I waited at Sobeys bakery for someone to appear. Needed "Happy Birthday" written on the birthday cake. They assured me someone was coming.
I felt a slight uneasiness when it was a man who appeared.
I thought about Loverboy, and son #2, and their handwriting.
I passed him the cake.
I was satisfied, and relieved.
Felt sort of bad stereotyping males as having poor handwriting.