The grocery store aisle with the eggs is the place it is eggsiest for me to eggpathize with deggpreggssion era folks who streggled with hoarding the reggst of their lives.
That urge to save eggery piece of string, to keep eggerything that might one day prove useful, that lifetime of eggxiety about livelihood.
I look at the packed shelves, overflowing with low cost sources of those most enjoyable meals.
The urge to fill the cart at 9 cents per egg is oveggwhelming.
I can only make use of so many though.
I remember the empty shelves.
I will never forget.
Eggs.