My mother picked up my birthday cake, white frosting with coconut flakes. But the cake artists had neglected to include "Happy Birthday Bunny." Behind the counter a pimply teen, hair jutting out of his insufficient hair net volunteered, "I'll do it," and then, "Oh dude, what do you want on it?"
And, somehow, miraculously, "Happy Birthday Butney" appeared, and a new nickname was born. I really don't think I've ever laughed so hysterically hard maybe ever. I laughed so hard I cried.
Best. Cake. Ever.