so many eggs

Well, I picked up my wal-mart order.

The good news: I have milk, eggs, and butter for a long time now

The bad news: it was a total cluster.

Granted, maybe taking a late afternoon slot was a bad idea - my pick up time was 6 to 7 pm, I got the message at about quarter to 6, so I set off a little early. I got there, nearly all the slots were full, but I got one.

And I sat there.

And sat.

And sat.

A quarter of an hour passed. The lone guy hauling stuff out took someone's order out to them, disappeared again, about 10 minutes later he was back out with another order. It continued in that way - about every 10-15 minutes an order coming out - I sat there. I started to worry. Tried calling the number on the signs, got a full voicemail box (of course). Checked the app - yeah, they knew I was there.

I waited a full hour.

Finally, the guy came out - a different guy, which makes me wonder if I got screwed over by a shift change. I had been fuming in my car, feeling very apocalyptic - everything's breaking down, we're all gonna die, I wonder if there are enough edible wild plants in my yard to sustain me, could I trap and butcher a squirrel? - but when he got there of course I was my usual polite self.

"Sorry it took so long"

I mean, what else can you say to that other than "That's okay"? And that's what I said, along with "I'm just glad to be getting the stuff."

As it turns out, they were low on dozens of eggs, so they gave me a box of 18 for the same price.

So many eggs. I had most of a dozen in the fridge anyway. But I didn't want to be without. At least they have a far-out expiration date (the end of May, and usually eggs are okay, at least for baking with, for several weeks after that). He loaded the stuff up and I thanked him. Because yeah, we are really dependent on grocery workers now (and it's not his fault Wal-mart's system is breaking under the strain).

And yeah - now I have a gallon and a half more of milk, and lots of butter, and all the eggs, and more of a few other things (including cider vinegar, so I can make the pickled onion slices I was contemplating over the weekend). They were out of the Epsom salts I wanted, but then again, everywhere seems to be. (I don't know if people panic bought for some reason, or they're not being imported/mined right now, or what). I have some ahead but they won't last forever.

I pulled out cautiously from the spot, but because the pickup area is a blind corner, some guy coming way too fast from the main parking lot pulled out in front of me and I had to slam on the brakes. I heard the bags of stuff shift off the back seat....and got a sick feeling. The eggs! If that jerk caused most of the eggs to break, what will I do?

Shaking, I pulled into a parking slot and checked. Amazingly, the "Great Value" brand packages 'em well - they had just slid forward and were cushioned in the plastic prison they were in, no eggs broken. (So now I have 18, plus the ones I had)

And at that point, I was just shaky and hangry and upset at the world. So I got a terrible fast-food sandwich and fries. I figure it's *pretty* safe - I washed my hands after taking the stuff out of the bag and kind of dumped it on a plate without touching the food and washed my hands again. (Also, we only have six cases in my county, one of which has died, and apparently they are all recovering at home or in the hospital....even though I know there are presymptomatic spreaders around).

But yeah: "'I hate everybody' means I need to eat something"

Still not sure what I'll do with all the eggs. I do have some lemons ahead so I suppose I could make some homemade lemon curd.