Cupcakes

Friday I volunteered to be a driver helper, so immediately they threw me a uniform and told me to shave my face:

"A mustache can only go this length, no saggy pants, tuck in your undershirt, etc."

Not too bad, they gave me: a shirt, pants, a bini, and a jacket. I had to clean up at Ron's house and while I was there, his mom cooked us some over easy eggs and rice. Haven't had white rice in a while. I noticed that there were 3 trays of cupcakes on the counter so I asked, "Is it your birthday Ama?" She said no, it was for Jerrald's fund raiser (raising money for a track meet in New York).

On the dining table were those containers with sprinkles and decorative frosting. After scarfing one of the cupcakes down, she offered me one of Jerrald's teammates' cupcakes. With a suspicious tone:

"Try this one. Jerrald's friend made it." *big smile*

I told her, "No...the way you're offering them to me is highly suspect and I don't trust them."

Although, I really was curious about the taste. After all, she bought some "blank" cupcakes at the store and is selling them at a higher price. What a cheater.