She’s got eggs…

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.