Went to pick up Kosher food and cake at two kosher bakeries in mega Hasid town Pico Robertson. One went smoothly, totally fine. The next, they can’t find the cake. Sent me 3 miles away, also somehow still in hasid town, to a second location. Bakery vacant, staffed by a sole red eyed Mexican woman seemingly coming down off meth. There’s nothing and nobody in here besides her. Total desolation, a bakery at the ends of earth. My cake stands alone behind the counter. But it doesnt have a box, just a loose unfitting tray of paper thin unsupportive cardboard. The cake is bare to the elements. No top. Not protection. The cake stands alone. There’s no possible physical way to transport it without folding the cardboard and thus damaging the sides of the very large and heavy chocolate cake with ornate designs. Where am I supposed to house it in the car? It’s a trap. The old boxless cake routine sung about by rabbis through the ages. Surely, there must be a box. No, says the sole employee, you must arrange for boxes in advance. No such boxes are available today. This is company policy. I protest. She says I just run the register i cannot help you. She’s barely standing up, i can feel her headache across the room. We call the owner via the dusty black landline phone and he doesnt pick up. She tries him 5 consecutive times. Shes sweating. She goes through this every day. I give up and move the cake to the car and of course the sides get damaged. She gives me owner number and I call him directly and he answers with a nakedly hostile “yes.” I say bro are you insane you sold me a fucking boxless cake, making sure to let him know im Jewish and willing to swear at him. Better watch out buddy. thanks for ruining my daughter’s birthday. Text him pics. He says “i dont know how that cake got damaged, couldve been damaged in any way. In fact, you probably damaged it. Weve been doing this for 51 years. We don’t damage cakes. You damage cakes.”