It wasn’t that bad, plus we thought it would be free, but that was a different bakery that offered a free anniversary slice. Y’know, one year in, superstitions and paranoia started to seep in. We started to fear that by not even trying to secure an anniversary slice, even if it was disappointing, we’d condemn our young marriage to apathy and dissolution.

So, we hopped in the car, drove for half an hour, were disappointed a second time by the same bakery, and then instead ate something that we actually enjoyed.