Congratulations, Hillary

My gal pal from collegetold me about the saddest thing her co-worker brought to work the day after the election, from a watch party the co-worker had hosted.

My friend had found it in the break room: a huge (yuge) sheet cake (the biggest). It said Congratulations, Hillary and she knew this because no one had (yet) taken a single bite.

I told her I couldn't stop thinking about that cake, how sad a confection rendered inedible, for coworkers trying to be politic when it came to the politics of cake wrecks.

My friend sent me a picture of the cake and I could tell whoever had iced it must have airbrushed with red but voted blue because it was amazing, the precision of the stars, the flourish of the letters of your name.

My friend thinks maybe they threw the sheet cake away not because no one would eat it but because it was bringing down morale.

Kind of like when a qualified woman gets passed up for promotion by a male far less proficient, resting on his laurels.

It's sad and the morale here is still low but I guess it's like they say you can't always have your cake and eat it, too.