Monday, March 16, 2020

Motive

Generally speaking, when we dip below a dozen eggs, I buy more. After breakfast yesterday, we were down to 6 eggs, so I could buy eggs with a clear conscience. Was I panic-buying? Maybe. Aw heck, yes: usually I'd hold out 'till Husbinator went to the grocery store. But I could justify this purchase based on my stocking rules, so when I took FF out for a bike-ride yesterday, we stopped at the egg store.

(Yes, egg store. Rehovot has egg stores that sell eggs for negligibly cheaper than the grocery store does, and you don't have to worry about breaking them due to the rest of your groceries. You do have to buy in multiples of 30, but 2.5 dozen really isn't that many.)

I passed a panel van full of eggs on my way to the store, which mightily strengthened my resolve to only buy 30 eggs. The only time I ever purchase more than that is right before Pesach. (Aside: my Pesach spreadsheet instructs me to buy 120 eggs, with the comment "Really: I'm not kidding.")

ANYWAY, so I walk into the egg store, and am taken slightly aback to see fewer than 10 pallets on the bare shelves. People are really panic-buying, I think. But I know there are more. So I ask very calmly for medium eggs, and with a little chagrin, add "if there are any."

"Of course!" he answers, calming me yet further. He gestures to the bags on the counter, 2 pallets in each bag. "They're all packed up and ready to go: how many do you want?"

"Just 30," I answer, full of nonchalance and pride.

At that, the eggman raises his eyebrows. "Soon there won't be any: only 30?" For the record, he continued to explain that there would be plenty of large and extra-large, just not mediums. Still, the damage had been done.

With a sigh, I allow the man to foment panic, and I buy 60 eggs.

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