I was all set to write up a blog post entitled Playing It Safe when an incident I witnessed over a month ago that has been nagging at me finally clawed its way to the surface and demanded attention. An incident involving eggs.
Before I go further I’d like to ask, no beg, all of my readers to comment on this post with their thoughts. Google Analytics will tell me how many of you there are so I’ll know if some of you are holding out on me. I won’t know who you are, but I imagine your guilt will consume you as punishment if you don’t comment. I must know the truth about the egg incident before not knowing drives me batty.
While I wouldn’t consider myself “naive” there are some things I know zilch about. Namely the seedier side of life. I’m happy to report that other than a few crappy apartments, I’ve lived a fairly sheltered life. If it wasn’t a crime featured on CSI (up until two years ago that is because I’m boycotting the addition of Ted Danson) I probably know nothing about it.
Let’s set the stage, shall we?
It’s a Saturday, early afternoon, and toddler nap time. I leave the napping Sweetey Petey in the capable hands of dada, who is also napping, to sneak in a quick trip to the grocery alone. Alone people. Savor the moment. I decided to venture out to a larger super grocery about ten minutes further down the road in search of canned coconut milk that was sold out at the local branch.
At 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon the place is packed but I pull in at the exact right moment and manage to snag a prime parking spot near the front door. I’m not in my usual car so I take an extra moment to make sure I’ve got my keys and my wallet and my reusable bags. What I saw in that extra moment shocked and puzzled me.
A man walks out of the grocery carrying a single plastic shopping bag with a single carton of eggs inside. Not two feet after exiting, looking straight ahead, he hands his bag of eggs to a woman waiting just past the exit. They do not exchange words. They do not make eye contact.
The woman heads back into the grocery with the bag of eggs.
The man walks directly to a silver car parked just a few over from mine, tries the door, finds it locked, walks around the car once, flips his hoodie up and looks around suspiciously. He stands there next to the car, glancing around.
Here’s what’s bugging me. Why? Why did he leave the grocery with a bag of eggs, then immediately hand the bag of eggs to a waiting woman who then heads back into the store with said eggs? Is this some sort of scam that I’m too naive to understand? If so, why eggs? Why eggs, people? WHY EGGS??
Thoughts? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Question of the Day: WHY EGGS? WHAT’S THE SCAM??