An odd thing happened. We ran out of eggs on a Sunday evening just as we were getting ready to make cookies. I know, a tragedy. And I could not figure out how that happened, since I was quite certain that I had just purchased a carton of eggs on Friday. But there were no eggs at all in the fridge. We begged and borrowed from the neighbor and I supplemented with powered eggs and we made delicious cookies. But still, I was puzzled as to how we went through an entire carton of eggs so quickly that there were none by Sunday evening.
The mystery was solved when I went to the commissary on Monday. Let me mention how much I love the reusable bags. I have been known to not go shopping if I haven't got my bags with me. I hate having to lug 500 plastic bags from the car, so I must have my lovely reusable bags to buy groceries. I have my main bag that holds all the other bags. You know it is my main bag because it has a caribeaner clipped to the handle so I can hang it on the cart handle.
I cruised through the commissary and got my cart filled with groceries and went to check out. As I was lifting my main bag of bags onto the conveyer belt, I thought it felt a bit heavy to be holding nothing but bags. I lifted the pile of bags up and lo and behold, there was a smushed carton of eggs underneath the bags. Oops.
The mystery was solved! Apparently the bagger had put the eggs in that bag, and left the unused bags in there with them. The bags flopped on top of the eggs and I didn't realize they were in the bag and they sat there for a week all squashed. There was quite a mess at the bottom of the bag. And it was quite awkward having to ask for some paper towels to wipe off the bags before putting them out.
So that was my sad story.
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