Today, while at the grocery store, I was picking out some eggs, and an old man came over to me asking to confirm the price of the eggs he wanted. Once I confirmed the price, he simply took a carton of eggs and put them in his car, then left. He didn’t open the carton to check if all the eggs were still intact or cracked.
That was crazy to me because I can’t buy eggs without checking every single one of them first. For me, it’s all about attention to detail and making sure all my eggs are intact before I go home and try to cook them days later, only to realize a few are cracked.
Maybe the old man’s method is better. Perhaps he just trusts that the grocery store will package the eggs correctly, saving him time from having to check them himself. It’s like Schrödinger’s cat, the thought experiment illustrating quantum superposition where a cat in a box is both alive and dead until observed. Maybe the eggs are both cracked and not cracked until observed.
Alternatively, maybe having a cracked egg or two isn’t as bad as I think, and they are salvageable. People have different perspectives and approaches to even the simplest tasks, and there is no one correct way to do things.
Thank God for chickens and eggs, though.
FLY, BLACK BOY 