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DAILY HAPPENINGS
Lizards and Turtles and Snakes, Oh My!
Wherein I learn to be thankful for what I do — and don’t — have.
I went to the grocery store yesterday in search of sustenance, and by “sustenance”, I mean a jug of iced coffee.
A man was cleaning the glass of the automatic doors and I apologized as I scooted past him.
When I was done shopping and ready to check out, the same man appeared in the checkout area. He only had two things in his hands, so I asked if he’d like to go ahead of me because I still have some manners unlike 90% of the rest of this hellhole we call America where you’re afraid to put out a sign in support of your chosen presidential candidate because you might get shot or somebody might burn down your house, or both.
But I digress.
The man placed his purchases on the checkout belt thingy (this is the scientific term), and I noticed he was buying quail eggs.
Now, (A), I was stunned that this little grocery store on the edge of Amish country carried quail eggs; and
(B) He didn’t really look like a “quail egg” kind of guy, if you know what I mean.
Being a writer and also terminally nosey, I, of course, had to say something.
