Let’s say that you go to the dump, and then on the way back you suddenly have a mild panic attack because you realize you hard boiled all the eggs for egg salad sandwiches, meaning there are no eggs, and you were thinking of making brownies. Because you get no sleep and chocolate is your only form of caffeine intake. So your husband says, “Let’s just stop at Amato’s” because you were driving by, and Amato’s is the last business establishment before you get home that might sell eggs.
So you go inside and don’t see any eggs, and you ask someone behind the counter if they have eggs. He says, “We don’t, but I can sell you some,” seeing the brownie panic that is causing worry lines to crease your forehead into canyons. So he goes into the back and returns with the eggs in a little metal tin, like they’d give you take-out lasagna in or something.
And then you are cracking up all the way back to the car and you get in and your husband says, “Can I get sauce with those eggs?”
And then you don’t actually end up making brownies. But you could have.
Favorite post ever! 🙂
but you COULD have, indeed!
is it in Big Night that they have hardboiled eggs in their big lasagna-thing?
I love that they sold you eggs! I wish people were as open as this! Barter and trade, man! Why not, if you have them, sell them? I’m so sick of “we don’t do that” responses from salespeople, of salespeople in general who don’t help you find the thing you’re looking for once they decide they don’t have it in the store…what ever happened to, yeah, no we don’t have it, but I think you could try almalfi’s hardware, I’ve seen one there. or, you know, no we don’t have eggs, but we could sell you some!
Yeah, it was great, really. I also loved that there was no self-consciousness at all in the store guy. He was definitely just like, “Well, we have eggs, I could sell you some.” He wasn’t thinking he was Awesome Customer Service Guy or anything, but was, you know, just selling what he had there in the store.
And I would add that it was simply very Maine of him. Stuff like that is why we endure winters here.
(Disclaimer: I was not paid by the Maine Bureau of Tourism to post this comment.)
Yes! It’s true. That’s why the humor of the egg container struck me much more than the guy selling me eggs that weren’t for sale.