Me. Grocery store. Tired. Want to go home.
End of the shopping trip. Need eggs.
Open carton to check the eggs. None are cracked.
And then, for no reason whatsoever, I pick up one of the eggs and look beneath it. I never do that. This one is cracked on the bottom.
I put the egg back in its slot. You absolutely cannot see the crack that way. I’m curious, but none of the other eggs are cracked on the bottom.
I set the cracked egg back the other way, with the crack visible, and put that carton on the “cracked egg shelf.” Then I get another carton. They’re fine.
Angels don’t eat, but apparently they want me to get twelve eggs if I’m paying for twelve.
