A girl walks into a grocery store after dropping her husband off at work, realizing they needed eggs. Girl realizes within five minutes of walking in that she looks, well, disheveled(which is being kind). Makeup-less, in a t-shirt and husband’s oversized hoodie, hair a mess and jeans messily tucked into her Uggs, but is too aware of their lack of eggs to care. She proceeds.
Girl grabs some things for breakfast and makes her way to the eggs. Girl grabs an 18-count carton of eggs and has a fleeting thought, “What if I drop these right now, now THAT would be embarrassing!” Then girl proceeds to accidentally let go of the cooler door that was tucked behind her knee and before she knows it, the door closes on her hand and eighteen eggs go flying. In the door, in the cooler, on the ground, everywhere. Smash, smash, smash.
Girl looks around, taking inventory of who may have seen the incident. Bless that man on aisle six who pretended not to notice.
Girl walks over to store clerk who couldn’t have been nicer and is relieved considering most of the time the clerks aren’t the friendliest at this store. She apologizes profusely and then moves along to pay for her things. Including an uncrushed carton of eggs.
In other news, we now have eggs. Ta-da!