Tonight, as I was riding home from Trader Joe's on my bicycle
I thought of how tragic a sight it would be if one got into a wreck with new grocery in the basket. All strewn about next to the body. The squished grape tomatoes, a puddle of 1% and broken eggs left on the asphalt long after the paramedics had left.
Broken eggs make it so much sadder — all the little possibilities gone to waste.