I really don’t like going into cities. Traffic in Sacramento/Roseville/all the rest drives me nutty, there doesn’t seem to be enough air to breathe with all those people in the same place, and my skin starts to itch. I am allergic to cities. (In the interest of full disclosure, I did not create that phrase. My brother did, and he now runs a clothing business by the same name. It’s on-line www.allergictocities.com, now my brother is happy)
There are only a few reasons I ever venture into large cities and when I do…I hurry back out. However, something new has come to my attention. It’s called 24 Hour Sprinkles. It’s in Beverly Hills. It’s an ATM that dispenses . . . . Cupcakes! Imagine, sweet tasty cupcake goodness 24/7 – rain or shine – 365 days a year. Just drop in your ATM card, maybe they even take cash, and out pops a gourmet cupcake. This is no Hostess Cupcake my friend, ohhhhh no!
I’m not sure the lure of cupcakes on demand would be enough to draw me into the stifling confines of Beverly Hills . . . . . . .but I’m afraid it will!