The Poo Egg and the Garbage Can

The Poo Egg and the Garbage Can

On our weekly grocery runs 5 of us here at the Cycling Center decided to split the cost of some of the essential items dish soap, toilet paper, milk, eggs, etc. We usually end up buying a fairly decent batch of eggs. Here you can buy them in a flat or in a carton, they don’t refrigerate them at the store, and in general don’t seem to be washed quite as thoroughly as back home. It gives you a bit of the “fresh off the farm” feel, and I have no complaints about this.

These “fresh off the farm” eggs have usually been occupying one of the veggie drawers in the fridge. In every batch there seems to be one, just one, egg that has a nice spot of chicken excrement on it. This single egg will start out on the top of the pile and never get touched. With amazing effort everyone avoids this egg. My only question is…who took that egg last week. Brave man, brave man indeed.

Speaking of amazing daily efforts, the skill demonstrated in stuffing the kitchen garbage can far beyond its limits is starting to become a form of art. Of course it all boils down to not really wanting to take the garbage out, and a little bit of that rising to the challenge/ competitive instinct. But, man, this morning the top was ready to fall off (and I mean ready) and I still got that banana peel in there!! Ha, one more chance for someone else to have to take the garbage out, and struggle with that overflowing bag!