I’m working late tonight. Extended tax returns are due soon so we’ve got a mini tax season on our hands here at the office. Somewhere around 9 o’clock, it occurred to me that there were cupcakes in the kitchen. These cupcakes had been following me around for the past three days, first at Greyson’s Chuck E. Cheese blowout on Saturday, then my grandmother’s birthday soiree Sunday after the Titans’ game and now somehow ended up in the kitchen at my office. No place was safe. These little vanilla devils were tempting me at every corner. My mom had brought three cupcakes to the office this afternoon for me and the two ladies that work with me. How sweet of her! Sometimes, I pictured her as the Wicked Witch of the West looking into her crystal ball cackling as I bit into her tempting treats. She really didn’t mean any harm. She was just from a generation that didn’t like to waste food even if it meant adding inches to your waistline.

The hours passed and I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave in. Walking back to the kitchen, I knew I wasn’t hungry. My dinner of scallops and green beans was satisfying enough. I knew that cupcake wouldn’t do me any good but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel the Crisco powdered sugar icing slide across my lips leaving that silky smooth feeling on my tongue. I wanted to taste the almondy goodness of its moist vanilla cake letting the sugar send signals to my weary brain giving me that extra boost I needed to burn the midnight oil.

I opened the container. Two cupcakes left. Someone besides me didn’t eat their afternoon snack. I stared at the two morsels decorated with red, yellow and blue icing balloons on top for a moment, the way you look longingly into the eyes of a person you don’t want to let go. Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, I opened the back door, walked out onto the sidewalk and threw those cupcakes like Cy Young trying to strike out a batter at home plate. The first one I threw landed in the grassy spot behind the parking lot. The second bounced off the wood planked fence like a tennis ball. Under the hazy light of the security lamp, it was quite a scene, cupcakes whizzing by.

Somewhere around midnight, it occurred to me, only one of those cupcakes was for me….Ooops!

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