That sign had me shopping for baptism cards once for complete and clueless strangers.
Today it had me explaining eggs.
While I was scoping out butter, a nearby unkempt but harmless-looking young man addressed me thusly: “Can you tell me the difference between these eggs?”
Oh, God. Here we go again.
I don’t know anything about organic eggs, brown eggs, or Omega-3 eggs or the difference between them.
I don’t know if they taste different and I don’t know where they’re hatched, if they’re local or shipped-in, or if they’re more expensive or healthier than regular eggs.
I. Do. Not. Know. What about me says I know eggs?
In the millisecond it took for me to get all stressed out about this impromptu egg class, the young man followed up with this:
“The sizes. What are the different sizes? This is my first time shopping for my wife and I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I thought “OMG, dude. If you don’t know that the difference between regular, large, extra large and jumbo eggs is purely their size, then no one can help you. Ever.”
But because he was just so adorable and helpless, and I wanted his wife to have the illusion of a husband who can make egg choices all by himself, I decided to give the egg noob a straight up answer.
I said “There are large and extra large eggs. Jumbo is probably unnecessary. Just go with the large eggs and you’ll be fine.”
He grabbed the large eggs, thanked me as he walked away and I wished him a good breakfast.
Then I picked up eggs for myself. I opened the lid to see if any were cracked. Some were. At least three.
Egg noooooooooob! I forgot to tell him to see any of his were cracked!
There go my chances for becoming a Certified Egg Instructor at an accredited grocery store near you.
And I was doing so well.Stumble it!