Irate Moo Drop Kicks Birthday Cake

I couldn't make this stuff up, lol:

"Irate mom ‘drop-kicks’ birthday cake
— Officers were dispatched to the (store) at 2 p.m. June 11 on reports of a disruptive customer.

The manager said a woman came to the bakery section to pick up a special order “Batman vs. Superman” birthday cake. She was not satisfied with the decoration on the cake and went behind the bakery counter to attempt to fix it herself, according to a police report.

Employees told her she couldn’t be behind the counter, and the woman responded by reportedly taking her cake back to the front counter and “drop-kicking” it. Cake was strewn around the bakery section, and the woman quickly left the store, kicking over a “wet floor” sign on her way out, according to the police report.

A witness said the woman threw the cake to the ground, stepped on it several times and yelled, “They f***ing ruined my 7-year-old’s birthday cake.”

Employees provided police with the woman’s contact information from the cake order form. They reached out to the customer, who said she was told by employees to go behind the counter, and she denied kicking the cake, saying it accidentally slipped out of her hand."

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Weird.

Supermarkets around here have a binder full of specialty cakes, everything from holiday cakes to Disney cakes to Barbie cakes to New York Yankees cakes. The ladies in the bakery department do a fine job most of the time, but the cakes never end up looking exactly like the ones showcased in the binder.

You're talking about a group of working class people making $12/hour to work at the local supermarket. They do a good job but they're not the "Cake Boss" guy. This parent needs her expectations adjusted back to reality.

Somebody needs to grow up and realize they don't get their way just because they have a temper tantrum.

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Somebody needs to grow up and realize they don't get their way just because they have a temper tantrum.

Oh, I think Vice president Biden just told something like that to Donald! If you are a real parent, it might be a good idea to not say the US President as an example to your children.

I hope they had her on video and if the police don't prosecute, then put it on YouTube and shame her.

Sounds like someone is entitled and needs some anger management counseling.

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Weird.

Supermarkets around here have a binder full of specialty cakes, everything from holiday cakes to Disney cakes to Barbie cakes to New York Yankees cakes. The ladies in the bakery department do a fine job most of the time, but the cakes never end up looking exactly like the ones showcased in the binder.

You're talking about a group of working class people making $12/hour to work at the local supermarket. They do a good job but they're not the "Cake Boss" guy. This parent needs her expectations adjusted back to reality.

Woman needs to do more than adjust her expectations, she needs to just buy a box of cake mix and a jar of frosting plus candles and call that that.

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Weird.

Supermarkets around here have a binder full of specialty cakes, everything from holiday cakes to Disney cakes to Barbie cakes to New York Yankees cakes. The ladies in the bakery department do a fine job most of the time, but the cakes never end up looking exactly like the ones showcased in the binder.

You're talking about a group of working class people making $12/hour to work at the local supermarket. They do a good job but they're not the "Cake Boss" guy. This parent needs her expectations adjusted back to reality.

Woman needs to do more than adjust her expectations, she needs to just buy a box of cake mix and a jar of frosting plus candles and call that that.

And condoms. Boxes and boxes of condoms.

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StudioFiftyFour
Weird.

Supermarkets around here have a binder full of specialty cakes, everything from holiday cakes to Disney cakes to Barbie cakes to New York Yankees cakes. The ladies in the bakery department do a fine job most of the time, but the cakes never end up looking exactly like the ones showcased in the binder.

You're talking about a group of working class people making $12/hour to work at the local supermarket. They do a good job but they're not the "Cake Boss" guy. This parent needs her expectations adjusted back to reality.

My first thought was that the kid's name is either some made-up ridiculousness or is a common sounding name with a special snowflake spelling, and it was spelled wrong on the cake. The moo probably went behind the counter because she thought she could fix the what it said. Classy moos, like the kind who would drop kick a cake in the middle of the store, are the ones who gravitate towards those outlandish names.

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I'm sure I can imagine what her damn seven-year-old does when things don't go his/her way. Mom just modeled it for everyone to see.

What I'm assuming happened is that Moo went online and found a gorgeous Batman vs. Superman cake that a professional specialty baker created with hours and hours of work and tons of fondant and then went to a supermarket bakery and asked them to recreate that exact cake using only buttercream frosting. If you've spent any time at all on Cake Wrecks, you'll see that this is a very common occurrence.

For those who don't know WTF I'm talking about, fondant is basically edible Play-Doh and it takes cake decorating to the next level by allowing for all kinds of neat details that you just can't achieve with piped frosting. Since a supermarket won't want to lose a possible sale, they'll do their very best with what they've got, but I have never personally seen a grocery store bakery that uses fondant. The cake inevitably turns out looking like total shit and then the customer throws a bitch fit.

Moo wouldn't dream of just making a cake at home with $1 cake mix and $1 canned frosting because that would involve a smidgen of effort, which we all know Moos can't spare because they're so bizzy doing The Most Important Job in the World^TM and are sooooooo tired. They'd rather task some poor sap in a grocery store with making an impossible cake and then throwing a tantrum that would embarrass a toddler when the cake isn't a perfect replica.

When I was that age, I got a generic cake from the grocery bakery. When of my favorite cakes was a custom cake with dark lavender frosting with my name written in cursive.

Do you think the kyd cares about the cake? A big nope. All they care about is yay cake.

Shy Lurker - Ooo dark lavender frosting.. Hmm my birthday is coming up...


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One year I had a Barbie cake for my birthday (one with the full dress being the cake) and I swear it was the most impressive cake I'd ever seen. Anything beyond a plain vanilla cake with no frosting was impressive used to impress the hell out of kids: a double layer cake in chocolate frosting, yummy frosting, various flavors and colors, etc.

I highly doubt most parents can afford all the intricate fondant and paying to have 6-8 artisan specialists work on all the details. Even the smallest cakes start in the high 3 digits.

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I'm sure I can imagine what her damn seven-year-old does when things don't go his/her way. Mom just modeled it for everyone to see.

Good point. I also read the story and wondered if she is physically abusive to her child. I'm not against corporal punishment in small doses applied by a calm adult, but if you are the type of person to fly into a physical rage and kick and throw shit, it's a pretty good bet you are flying into rages at your kid.

Oy, these Moos and their ridiculous "perfect parties" for their brats makes me think of a situation IRL with a friend of mine. She is a PNB, kids grown now, but when they were smaller she took her boy child to a birthday party. The boy's mother rented out a firehouse. My friend said when Birthday Kid didn't want to go down the firehouse pole--no big deal, right?--the Moo absolutely ERUPTED and launched into an embarrassing tirade where she berated her kid in front of all attendees and told him, "I rented this firehouse FOR YOU. I DID ALL THIS STUFF SO YOU WOULD HAVE A GREAT PARTY. GODAMNIT, YOU ARE GOING TO SLIDE DOWN THAT POLE AND YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT!"

Sounds to me like these "perfect events" are all about Moo's needs and not the kyds. And it teaches the kids to grow up with a sense of entitlement. If parents spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on a birthday, kids just want more elaborate stuff. When I was a kid birthdays were observed with cake and having some friends over when I was younger, but they were not the budget-blowing affairs of today.

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"I rented this firehouse FOR YOU. I DID ALL THIS STUFF SO YOU WOULD HAVE A GREAT PARTY. GODAMNIT, YOU ARE GOING TO SLIDE DOWN THAT POLE AND YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT!"

Sounds to me like these "perfect events" are all about Moo's needs and not the kyds. And it teaches the kids to grow up with a sense of entitlement. If parents spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on a birthday, kids just want more elaborate stuff. When I was a kid birthdays were observed with cake and having some friends over when I was younger, but they were not the budget-blowing affairs of today.

Wow, that poor kid. I think all these moos are in competition with each other to see which has the "better" birthday party for their kid. There's a local frozen yogurt place I've been to a couple of times and each time while I was standing in line, I could hear the moos all talking "my little snotlee's birthday party is going to be at such and such a place" and then the other moo would start bragging and trying to top the other moo about HER kid's party.

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Sounds to me like these "perfect events" are all about Moo's needs and not the kyds. And it teaches the kids to grow up with a sense of entitlement. If parents spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on a birthday, kids just want more elaborate stuff. When I was a kid birthdays were observed with cake and having some friends over when I was younger, but they were not the budget-blowing affairs of today.

This makes me chuckle with fond memories.

Because I had family who all wanted to toss me a party, I often had more than one because the family was a tad scattered geographically. However, mine were never budget busters, and sometimes those home baked cakes had 'issues'. Those sad confections were the butt of many a family joke, and tasty, and we all had a great time.

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My family is addicted to throwing birthday parties, even beyond childhood. Not expensive affairs, but just everybody gets together and has cake and ice cream and generally sees one another, and it was always a tradition to make a big door-sized poster (I have no idea where my family got the massive roll of paper we kept in the basement for posters; it looked like something from a printing press) and we'd all write/draw stupid shit all over it.

One year - my 18th birthday, I think - I wasn't nuts about any of the designs in the grocery store's birthday cake book since they were almost entirely kid things like Disney and Barbies, so I looked at the holiday cakes and asked if they would mind using a grim reaper topper from the Halloween section with black piped flowers and black piping along the edges. My family already knew/knows I'm nuts, so they all thought it was hilarious. I told them it symbolized my childhood officially dying.

I usually never cared what was on my cake as a kid because I knew it was cake and that's all I needed. Especially with buttercream frosting - icing so fucking sweet that it honestly hurt to eat it.

Mm, that reminds me of my favorite childhood cake. My sixth birthday with a Cinderella themed cake. I loved it. It had well made plastic figurines of Cinderella and her prince and the pumpkin coach placed on an otherwise normally iced white cake, nothing with fondant or tiers or anything like that. I'm sure it was just whatever toppers the (small, locally owned) bakery had at that time, but my parents knew I loved Cinderella and would adore the cake. We still have those toppers these many years later! Other than that I always just had a normal rectangular cake from the grocery store with my name written on it.

I have a very slightly unusually spelled name and if the bakery had spelled it wrong, I would have been a little disappointed but neither me nor my parents would have drop kicked the cake. No words for that other than wow. I'd be interested to know what the babyish moo thought was wrong with it.

It makes you wonder how in one (maybe 2) generation(s), kids have gone from being so very appreciative of that little extra that your parents did to make it just that bit special - to being entitiled little buttholes for not getting the most recent Ijunk/expensive electronics/1000 person party with hollywood stars in attendance, and the raging ParentZillas when not being able to one up their neighbour/friends/siblings excessive kid bday.

How absolutely decadent and 'let them eat cake'-like these twats have become.

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I have a very slightly unusually spelled name and if the bakery had spelled it wrong, I would have been a little disappointed but neither me nor my parents would have drop kicked the cake. No words for that other than wow. I'd be interested to know what the babyish moo thought was wrong with it.

My name also had an oddball spelling and for the life of me, no one spelled it right. A funky spelling on a cake would not make me blink; it was the important stuff where if spelling was goofed shit hit fan that got me riled. It got so bad that when I became an adult I unofficially changed my name.

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It makes you wonder how in one (maybe 2) generation(s), kids have gone from being so very appreciative of that little extra that your parents did to make it just that bit special - to being entitiled little buttholes for not getting the most recent Ijunk/expensive electronics/1000 person party with hollywood stars in attendance, and the raging ParentZillas when not being able to one up their neighbour/friends/siblings excessive kid bday.

How absolutely decadent and 'let them eat cake'-like these twats have become.

This thread is a pretty sad commentary on society as a whole. I can't envision any positive outcome for the children raised in these kinds of environments.

I came from a very blue collar, working class kind of background. Birthday parties entailed having a few friends over, playing some games, and having a cake. One year I can remember getting a basketball themed cake and I thought that was really cool. It was a little thing but it made me very happy.

When I am in public now I often see children who at least on the surface, seem to come from far greater means than I did. Their parents haul them around in luxury SUVs, they carry around electronic devices in the hundreds of dollars, and their parents make sure they are dressed in designer labels that are more expensive than anything I ever wore.

And yet... I don't know if any of this stuff makes them any happier or more satisfied in their lives than I was with my life as a kid. I also wonder if these children will carry around "baggage" as an adult, should they not land in a lucrative career that will provide the same expensive material possessions that their parents provided during their formative years.

It all comes from the parents. Little kids don't care about this stuff unless they're taught to. How often do you hear about babies or toddlers who get birthday gifts and are more enamored of the crackly gift wrap or the box than the actual gift? Our best post-Christmas story at work this year was one woman's little daughter decided that the best gift was the one received by her aunt's dog. It was a ball with a bell inside that the dog was intended to roll around while it made noise, and the kid was delighted with it.

you know, I can't remember one birthday party cake at all

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tiredchicken
I have a very slightly unusually spelled name and if the bakery had spelled it wrong, I would have been a little disappointed but neither me nor my parents would have drop kicked the cake. No words for that other than wow. I'd be interested to know what the babyish moo thought was wrong with it.

My name also had an oddball spelling and for the life of me, no one spelled it right. A funky spelling on a cake would not make me blink; it was the important stuff where if spelling was goofed shit hit fan that got me riled. It got so bad that when I became an adult I unofficially changed my name.

I recently learned how many krayateive ad yukneek spellings exist for my name.I only thought that there to two ways to spell my name: the English and European spelling. My name has always been spelled the same way since the middle ages.

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One year I had a Barbie cake for my birthday (one with the full dress being the cake) and I swear it was the most impressive cake I'd ever seen.

I remember those! I even remember the Wilton catalog where you could order the dress cake mould! The Barbie part was on a pick that was stuck into the cake, and you frosted her plastic body top as well as the bottom dress part.


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