What will she do?

The aroma of fresh baked goods assaults my senses as I enter. Eyes closed, I pause and inhale deeply. As I cradle the porcelain figure in my hands, I remember why I am there and proceed to the counter. I'm greeted by a friendly young man in an apron. "Hi there. How can I help you today?" "Hi, Doug. I'd like to order an anniversary cake...just like the top layer of my wedding cake...same as last year." "Chocolate or vanilla?" "Chocolate." "How big?" "Just enough for two...no more kids at home these days." "Okay. I think we're set. You'd like the cake top on this year, too?" "Yes, please." "Great. We'll see you on the 4th." "Thanks, Doug. Have a nice day." "You, too." I take one more calorie-free whiff of bread, cakes, cookies and pies as I turn to leave and I notice that a line has formed behind me. Half-way to the door the sound of a crash and the collective gasps of the folks in line brings me to a halt. I pause and note the familiar feeling of many pairs of eyes on me. Lovely. I'm guessing I know what just hit the floor...