it was morning time and the sunbeams were streaming into the kitchen. i had people over for the night and we were making an omelet.
in a large pan i had sauteed garlic and onions, and put in a clutch of kale for color and nutrition.
patrick came into the kitchen and said that he wanted to help out, so i asked him to get the eggs ready. i thought to myself that this really wasn’t a hard task, and i was thinking that he should just take the eggs from the fridge, out of the carton, and place them on the table behind me.
everyone behind me was laughing and having a good time chatting in the sunlight, and i wanted to join in, so i turned around and joined them while the mushrooms went into the pan and started to cook.
a moment later, patrick said he already put the eggs into the pan, and i turned around, because i felt that something was amiss.
“aw maaaan!,” i yelled out loud but not in a mean way. “why would you put a bunch of hard-boiled eggs into the pan!”
“i don’t know, that’s what you said to do,” he replied. i think that he thought i was yelling at him mad, but everyone else laughed because it was funny that i was crazy about the state of the eggs.
he left the kitchen after he got frustrated with me, and i made a mental note to apologize to him later.
then i went to get some eggs out of the carton on the table, and one of the eggs was cracked already so it fell out of the carton and onto my hand and then slid out and plopped onto the rangetop.
“oh noooooooo!” i screamed, while everyone else laughed at my comeuppance.
i realized that breakfast was going to be made a little later than planned, and then i woke up laughing.