I Don’t Get It

Eighteen years old and getting ready to attend high school prom.

No prom.

Shot in the back.

Dead.

The kids who were with him said that they were just “playing a prank” in an attempt to get some views on TikTok.

Oh, I get it.

Haha.

Details.

Yes, by all means, DO sweat the small stuff. It is how you get to present the final effort that is the very best you can do.

I told my kitchen staff, “the very best you can do is your starting point for improvement.”

At least it should be.

I have seen wedding planners put CPM’s (Certified Project Managers) to shame when it comes to detailing a plan.

I used to love catering weddings from my restaurants because I had negotiated nice bonuses tied to weddings and the ice carvings they all wanted.

I had a pastry chef that was all details. Cher (not that one) was a graduate of both the Sorbonne and Le Cordon Bleu. Her art background made for some amazing colored icings and pastries.

Don’t get me started about the cakes!

To her, you either believed that she was the greatest pastry chef of all-time, or you were a saboteur.

I have spoken before of my respect and deference to a great pastry chef and their crucial role in ending the meal in sweet ecstasy.

This short story was the second under the letter “A” highlighting the emotion affable. Just one of the thirty-plus short and short-stories in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!

It is titled Little Things.

Little Things

I hope you like it.

Let me know…

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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