Luxury Rising

The supermarket cashier packed my purchases expertly.

But I noticed that she didn’t pack my half-dozen organic brown eggs. She left them on the counter in front of me. This was a luxury purchase for me. A treat, I rarely buy them. But I was feeling low, so I bought them as a pick me up.

We smiled at each other. I understood.

“You don’t want me to say: You broke my eggs”

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