Another story on my carrot cake.
I baked another carrot cake in the kitchen. I was slicing the cake as my flat mate, P walked in. P is an uncle-like Indian guy from KL.
"Hey P, want some carrot cake? Please help yourself eh." I said.
"Oh, no thank you." P replied.
Truth be told I was taken aback. "Okay, I guess my carrot cake is not good enough for you then. Oh well, more cake for me. Yay!" I thought. So I stuffed a piece in my mouth and moved to the living room.
Moments later P came towards me with a piece of my carrot cake in his hand. Wait, I thought I heard him said no when I offered him earlier. But then again, good things, no, great things were meant to be shared.
"What's it inside huh? You put carrot in it is it?" P asked me.
Imagine the bewilderment all over my face.
These words just slipped out of my mouth, involuntarily.
"It's a carrot cake, of course it has carrot in it."
And I have this expression written all over my face, involuntarily too.
"Oh God, seriously?! Are you stupid or what?"
Then, awkward silence...
Yeah, I think I had what some people called a verbal diarrhea, and a facial expression diarrhea too.
Maybe he was trying to make small talk.
But still, seriously?