I Went to Pick Up My Daughter’s Wedding Cake—Then the Baker Said, “I Was Told Not to Give It to You”
The wedding cake had been paid for, and I had the order number in my hand. Yet when I arrived at the bakery, the woman behind the counter checked her computer and suddenly looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said. “I’ve been instructed not to release the cake to anyone named Laura.” I stared at…