A priority

What's your number one priority?

Last night, I was out with yet another friend for dinner. This was a slightly different dinner, as I was testing the waters with my recently surgerized gums and big people food. We had a marvelous meal, and I ordered cake, and my friend ordered creme brulee. Our server returns, "I'm sorry, we're out of creme brulee. Our full desert menu?" My friend orders the waffle ice cream sandwich. Time passes. A busboy brings my cake and two forks. I say, "No, she's got her own desert coming...." He looks surprised. More time passes. Our server stops by and says, "We're having a bit of trouble with the waffle iron." More time passes. The manager stops by. "Your desert is our number one priority. Everyone in the kitchen is hoping this one turns out." I see it come from the back room. It starts tilting. The server turns the dish slightly to the side to try to balance it out. He walks quicker. He turns the dish ever so slightly more. The plate makes it to the table, just as the tower of waffle and ice cream tumbles. I clap. After all, a sideways tower still on the plate is, indeed, edible.