So I forced myself to go out and make some scrambled eggs, and I'm glad I did because they were really good. Some eggs was about the limit as far as the effort I was willing to put into it, though.
When I opened the carton I noticed there was an egg missing. I almost had a cow.
"Boss, it's just one egg."
Yeah, well, Cal, today nothing is *just* anything. I'm a might tetchy. You know, when I was buying these eggs I would swear I looked in the carton. I looked inside a few and saw cracked eggs and moved on. It's impossible to me that I did not check this one. But unless my small feline friend got up in the middle of last night and helped himself to an egg, I got ripped off.
I've decided to let this one go.
I'm already pissy enough.
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