Earlier, at Jerry's, standing by the regular take out counter at which I normally order my coffee and proceed upstairs to study, I gaze with more fervor than usual at the row of cakes in the bakery case:

Guy behind the counter: What can I get for you?
Me: (Distractedly.) Oh, just a piece of coffee. (Flustered.) Cake. Some cake and a piece of coffee. Coffee and a piece of cake! (I point desparately at an Oreo-encrusted cake in front of me.)
Guy behind the counter: (Laughing hysterically.) One piece of coffee coming up! And let's get this woman some cake!!

Aaargh...I am weak!

In my defense, it had Oreos on it...