Egg Inspection

Today I went to a grocery store I don't normally go to. We were visiting my parents and my dad rode with me into town (he's doing great from the surgery) and we stopped to get a couple of items. I needed eggs. As always I checked to make sure they were all there and none were broken back at the dairy case. Then when we got up to the checkout the lady opened the carton and inspected the eggs. Even turned the carton around and looked very closely at them all. It was very creepy I tell you! I was NOT comfortable with some strange lady breathing on my eggs and looking at them like that. Dad thought she was squirrelly too. (Although to be honest, Dad thinks most people are squirrelly.) (And one more parenthetical, Blogger doesn't recognize "squirrelly" as spelled correctly although my dictionary does. And if you say squirrelly enough times in your head it sounds, well squirrelly. And no I haven't been nipping at the wine this early in the day.)

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone had experienced this sort of egg scrutiny before. Mom said she never did, but she doesn't usually go to that store either. Did the lady think I was smuggling something out in the egg carton? A t-bone steak or pound of shrimp perhaps? Maybe a bottle of vodka? Did she think I looked shifty with my wool coat and pink purse and Sporto boots? I don't look shifty, Lady. I look like a suburbanite mom. Maybe that's it, my suburbia scared her (my parents live in a small town out of the suburbs).

Maybe I just have a weird egg paranoia. Ew, maybe she has a weird egg fetish. I think I'll go wash my eggs now.