Take that sweet baby and run!!

So I have to admit I have been trying to loose some weight. I have been going to the gym five days a week, and watching what I am eating. Lately all I have been craving is cake. William and I went out to eat a couple of weeks ago, and I thought that I could splurge a little and have some cake, but the waitress didn't give us a chance to order any. I thought it was for the best so we paid and left. Yesterday we went out again, and I thought this time I would eat my cake. So we sat down to a nice pleasant dinner (we only had Quinci with us, the others were with my brother). The waitress was so nice. She kept telling us that Quinci was so cute, she even brought Quinci some soup and crackers. After we ate our dinner the waitress asked if we wanted desert. I told her a very happy yes. She told us it was on its way. Soon after she left she came back. She bent down and told us "I don't want to alarm you but our restaurant is on fire, SO TAKE THAT SWEET BABY AND RUN!!" William said, "but we haven't paid yet." The waitress with tears in her eyes then said, "don't worry about it just get the baby out, run. If you want to come back tomorrow you can have your cake." So we left without cake. That's right people, the universe is so against me having cake that the restaurant started on fire!