I feel like an extra in a Portlandia sketch, because I’ve got my own egg guy now.
This all began last week when a coworker arrived with a carton of farm fresh eggs. She said she had a supplier and might be able to hook us up, too. I was immediately interested, because fresh eggs are, shell we say, quite divine. So when she told me that her egg person did not have enough to go around, I figured that was it, my dreams had flown the coop and I was destined to continue purchasing my eggs from the grocery store like just another commoner. I did learn an important life lesson, though: don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
Why, yes. I am breaking out the egg puns in earnest. What can I say? They crack me up.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, Deb said she found somebody on Craigslist who could get us farm fresh eggs. Best of all, he delivered, as long as we ordered a minimum of five dozen. He charges a mere $4 a dozen. Granted, this is more expensive than what you’ll pay in the grocery store, but about half the cost of what they charge at the farmer’s market, and the quality is far superior. I have to admit, I never would have thought to look for something like that on Craigslist! I was so proud of my coworker’s ingenuity I wanted to give her a standing ovation. I scrambled to find additional people who were interested, a task that went over easy. Before long we had a commitment for eight dozen eggs. The guy showed up at our office two days later, and I have been enjoying farm fresh eggs ever since. They are, dare I say it, eggcellent.
We are planning on opening this up to the whole office and making it a regular thing. Our egg guy has lots of chickens and can easily meet our demand. We’re thinking a delivery every two weeks should be sufficient.
Never a dull moment around here, folks.
Tara and I have new neighbors in our apartment complex. And these neighbors have dogs. Let’s just say things are off to a rocky start.
I’ve never been much of a dog person to begin with. I just prefer the no-fuss nature of cats (though I will admit I’ve known some pretty cool dogs in my day – Sadie, Lily, and Hank come to mind). Regardless, I’m a live-and-let live type of guy for the most part.
But not when your dogs bark constantly, as in incessantly, as in nonstop for hours at a time. Which these dogs do, every single moment that the humans next door are gone. Which is most evenings until 8:50 p.m.
Things got so bad, I finally broke down and called the management office to complain. They were actually sympathetic and told me they’d already received other complaints, so they were going to talk to these people and let them know if they can’t control the barking they will either have to get rid of the dogs or get rid of themselves. I was satisfied with this response.
A little while later, we were coming home from the grocery store and ran into the neighbors. First time we’d met them since they moved on. Immediately, the guy goes, “I’m sorry about our barking dogs!”
Now, I could have said, “Oh, it’s okay. No big deal.” But it is NOT okay and it is a big deal. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily! I might have been graded a C- on social graces, but I’m pretty sure I got an A on Telling It Like It Is 101. To his credit, that made him apologize more. I still didn’t let him off the hook – trust me, his dogs are really annoying – but I respect him for admitting they are a problem rather than getting defensive about it. The sad thing is, he seems like a nice enough guy. I really hope they can get those pups under control. Seems like their bark is worse than his bite.
Oh, you thought I only did egg puns?
No such luck…
11 thoughts on “The Agony and the Egg-stacy”
If only you could have added one, or a dozen, egg puns in there. Afraid it would have clucked it all up?
Yolks on you. I scrambled to add a few puns just to crack people up!
I’m almost afraid to respond, in fear of egging you on. As for the critters and their owner, just hope he doesn’t turn out to be an egg sucking dog.
Ha. Good call…I really don’t need further encouragement.
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I have a friend who gave me some of her farm fresh eggs once and I was not a fan. Tasted gamey to me, but I don’t like turkey either. I know, I’m a strange one!
Not a fan of barking dogs, either.
Too bad! My experience with farm fresh eggs has never been gamey. Trust me, though: you can’t be any weirder than Tara when it comes to food!
This may require a post!
I just got an egg guy too! Well, I haven’t seen the eggs yet, but I have been assured that just as soon as the chickens are settled, there should be a bonus dozen each week for me to choose from.
At least you said something to your neighbor. I was forced to go out of town for a night and though I’d hired a dog walker to check on him while we were gone, I learned that my dog hadn’t been willing turn in with the rest of the neighborhood. Instead of talking to me about it and seeing why on this particular night my dog was misbehaving, I received an anonymous note in my mailbox that if I didn’t get my dog under control they would report me to the home owners association and animal control.
Mark, LOVE your egg puns!!! Hilarious! I also love the picture of the eggs. VERY nice!! I haven’t had eggs in some time, but when I do, there is nothing I love more than a good Greek omelet. To DIE for!
I love dogs, yet I’m with you….not if they constantly bark. NO WAY. They only allow cats in my apartment building, yet an apartment building next to mine (and mined you, I’m on the 21st floor of my building) had a dog that barked on their apartment roof for hours and hours and hours. OMG, I thought I was going to go insane because the barking went well into the early morning hours and kept me awake. Anyway, I don’t know what happened to that dog, but the barking eventually stopped. THANK. GOD.
Small batch eggs direct from the coop are the best. We have some “dog parent” neighbors. They are the worst.