Not so Egg-selent Egg-sperience
I am an egg person. I usually eat eggs, and I buy them. However, yesterday morning I was blessed with the task of purchasing a dozen eggs and delivering them safely to my great-grandfather. No sweat, I thought. Upon grabbing a carton and paying for it quickly at the register, I realized that I had not checked the carton for broken eggs prior to buying them. My fingers were crossed that none of the eggs were broken.
Against my luck, however, almost half of the eggs were broken. Great. Maybe we had some at home that I could replace. Nope, wrong size eggs. So, we swung by Dillons quickly, grabbed some eggs (none of which were broken, thankfully), and placed them carefully in my grandpa's refrigerator. Mission accomplished. However, my great-grandpa had different plans. You see, Dillons had this great sale going on where you could buy several pizzas for a mind-numbingly cheap price of three dollars and ninety-nine cents. He wanted to know if we could swing back by Dillons and purchase a few. No problem, he lives only a few blocks away from Dillons.
Ten. TEN! He wanted 10 frozen DiGiorno Thick Crust Frozen Pizzas! How many pizzas can an eighty-plus year old man eat at a time?! Ten? Okey-Dokey. So we hurried over to Dillons and picked up his requested twenty-foot tall stack of pizzas. We got back, put them in his freezer, which already had 3 or 4 frozen pizzas in it, and said our goodbyes. Luckily, the quick egg trip, which happened to take an hour and a half rather than the expected 20 minutes, ended with some good-ole Jones Soda. It was much needed.
On the plus side, I got an acceptance letter from the College of Architecture at K-State. That made my day!
Remember kids,
It's not delivery, it's DiGiorno. Unless your grampa requests otherwise.
Against my luck, however, almost half of the eggs were broken. Great. Maybe we had some at home that I could replace. Nope, wrong size eggs. So, we swung by Dillons quickly, grabbed some eggs (none of which were broken, thankfully), and placed them carefully in my grandpa's refrigerator. Mission accomplished. However, my great-grandpa had different plans. You see, Dillons had this great sale going on where you could buy several pizzas for a mind-numbingly cheap price of three dollars and ninety-nine cents. He wanted to know if we could swing back by Dillons and purchase a few. No problem, he lives only a few blocks away from Dillons.
Ten. TEN! He wanted 10 frozen DiGiorno Thick Crust Frozen Pizzas! How many pizzas can an eighty-plus year old man eat at a time?! Ten? Okey-Dokey. So we hurried over to Dillons and picked up his requested twenty-foot tall stack of pizzas. We got back, put them in his freezer, which already had 3 or 4 frozen pizzas in it, and said our goodbyes. Luckily, the quick egg trip, which happened to take an hour and a half rather than the expected 20 minutes, ended with some good-ole Jones Soda. It was much needed.
On the plus side, I got an acceptance letter from the College of Architecture at K-State. That made my day!
Remember kids,
It's not delivery, it's DiGiorno. Unless your grampa requests otherwise.