My Daddy was what you called a sewing machine mechanic at the mill.There was one woman who was never satisfied with the way her machine run.Daddy would work on it but she was never pleased.She would bless Daddy out,putting it mild,but later on she would be remorseful.Never would she apologize to Daddy but instead she would bake a cake and tell him to give Johnny(me) this cake.So to make a long story short every so often I would say Daddy we need cake time to make her mad again.
