Salvador reluctantly gives Miriam her birthday cake

This morning we went to the rude cake shop to buy a birthday cake for Miriam. We call it the rude cake shop not because the have risque meringues or suggestive Black Forest gateaux but because even by Cusco standards the staff are astonishingly ignorant.
That is, until this morning. It was like someone had sprinkled fairy dust on the counter or pumped laughing gas in through the air conditioning.
'Is the cake for a birthday?'
'What name?'
'Would you like us to ice it now?'
'What a beautiful baby boy you have'
And as we left they held the door open and gave Salvador a biscuit.
Once outside Esther and I stood for a moment open mouthed.
'I could eat my testicles' I said borrowing a marvelous turn of phrase from Mr. Stephen Morrissey.
We then went to buy Miriam a card and got five star treatment there too.
Maybe all the bad service up to now has just been a dream.