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jonathancrowley:

I love this story almost as much as i love cupcakes. Actually, i love it more. 

It’s Wednesday night, and I’m taking the F Train home to Brooklyn with my co-worker Jake. It’s crowded, so we’re holding the germ-bar above a young lady, who’s holding this elaborate double-decker cupcake carrying case. This ain’t your Mom’s Tupperware. It’s an I’m-fucking-serious-about-my-cupcakes transporter. 

She can’t help but notice us gawking at her cupcake contraption and removes her headphones. We start talking. Turns out, she made cupcakes for her co-workers… because they got laid off. Sad face. 

Before you know it, we’re deep in a conversation about cupcakes. What kind. How often she makes them. Types of frosting. Sprinkles. You name it, we’re talking about it. 

She mentions she’s making cupcakes again on Thursday. Half-joking, but totally serious, I say “Hey, you know what would be awesome. If I could get one of those cupcakes.” She laughs and sorta dismisses it. 

The conversation’s coming to an end, because we’ve reached our subway stop. Turns out she’s getting off too! Now’s my chance to seal the deal.

“For real. You could make some extra cupcakes for me and Jake and leave them for us. It’d be the best thing ever.”

We’re now outside the turnstiles and above ground when I suggest “Heck, you could hide them right here.” and I point to a bush near the subway entrance. 

We walk together for another 50-yards until our paths part ways. As she crosses the street I yell back “I look forward to cupcakes on Thursday!”

Fast forward to Thursday morning. I’m walking to the subway with my wife. I’m at the corner when I suddenly remember the cupcake girl. I almost explode with excitement, and begin to tell Jaclyn the story, who as you can imagine, has 100 questions about this girl who may and may not have made me cupcakes. 

I start speed walking towards the subway stop, teeming with anticipation. I reach the bush, look down to find this brown package carefully stapled and wrapped with blue string. 

The note reads “For the nice boys from the F Train. Hope you have a nice day. Enjoy!” 

Words can’t explain how happy this made me. 

Stacey, from Carroll Garden Brooklyn, we had more than a nice day. You totally made our day. 

Thank You :)

update: if you ever read this, i’ve already had 3 friends reach out to me saying they want to marry you. #JustSayin

<3

Amazing.