bakery prompts

promptness:

• I’m sorry to do this at such short notice, but I’m a wedding planner and the cake just got destroyed. Is there any way you can make a wedding cake, in, like, three hours? Please? My job is kinda depending on this.
• What do you need 300 cookies for?
• You’ve been by here, like, six times today, and all you do is stare at the displays for five minutes and leave. Is there something you want, or…? 
• No, we do not serve burgers. This is a bakery.
• Listen, I know you were trying to make this cake a Valentine’s day surprise, but when you ask my bakery to make a cake for me that says “Love you, _______!” it becomes kind of obvious.
• You just gathered up eight boxes of cupcakes in your arms, looked at me with bloodshot eyes, slammed money on the table, and said, “I’m going through a breakup.” You left immediately afterwards. I don’t know you, but I’m kind of worried about you.
• You asked me to make six cakes that have no icing, no filling, no fondant, no frosting, and no decorations. Just six bare cakes. What do you need them for, anyways?
• … What’s a “revenge cake?”
• You asked me to make a cake that says, “Sorry I burnt down your house and destroyed your life!”
• Sure, I can make you this pie, I guess. I just don’t know why you want it filled with that.
• I know it’s my job, but I swear, if you ask me to make another dozen donuts, I will not hesitate to kill you.
• The stomach virus that’s been going around has made me so short on staff that I’m the only one here, and now I have to make ten pans of brownies within the next couple of hours. I know you don’t work here, but can you please help me?