I’m just looking for someone to eat garbage floor cake with.
I love everything about this story.
Alan Alda is my spirit animal (and quite possibly my patronus)
That’s hilarious and adorable.
“The hostess of the evening had made a rum cake, and she put it on the refrigerator to cool,” Alda recalled. “The refrigerator shook, and the cake fell off the refrigerator and hit the floor.”
It was a party moment that separated the casual diners from those desperate for dessert.
“Arlene and I were the only two people who went in with spoons and ate it off the floor,” he said with a smile. “That’s how you know. When two people eat a cake off the floor, that’s it for life.”
There’s no arguing that point. In fact, Alda seems certain today’s daters could learn a thing or two from him and Arlene.
“All this matchmaking on the Internet, and they ask them questions — just toss a cake on the floor and see who goes for it,” he suggested.
knitting in the dark 