This Bakery Is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Customer: “Excuse me, but I wanted to ask about a custom cake order.”

Me: “Of course!”

Customer: “Well, it’s a retirement cake for my dad, who is an English professor. He’s a grumpy old git at the best of times, and he said he doesn’t want a cake. We said it would be good for the party, so he said he would be willing to have a cake as long as the bakery could write this on it.”

Me: “We don’t do swear words or anything explicit.”

Customer: “Oh! No, it’s nothing like that. It’s… well… Read it for yourself.” *Hands me a note*

Note: “A sesquipedalian’s favourite word is floccinaucinihilipilification.”

Me: “I see.”

Customer: “He’s being an a**e, I know. He knows it wouldn’t fit.”

Me: “We could make a loaf cake? It’s long and thin and, dare I say, perfect for extra-long words?”

Customer: “Oh, really? You can do that?!”

Me: “Just be lucky we charge per word and not letter!”

The cake was made, and it came out lovely, if I do say so myself.

A few weeks later, the customer is back, this time with an older gentleman.

Customer: *To the old gent* “This is the woman who made your cake.”

Older Gent: *Narrowing his eyes* “Touché…”