How do you want your eggs?
My wife and I were having
breakfast at a local restaurant when we noticed an elderly couple at a nearby
table. The waitress had arrived and was trying to complete their order but they
seemed to be stuck on the issue of the man’s eggs.
“How would you like your
eggs,” the waitress asked patiently.
“Huh?” The man replied.
“How do you want your eggs
cooked?”
“Huh?”
“Your eggs… how do you want
them?”
“Huh?”
Before the waitress could
ask again, the man’s wife had had enough and decided to get involved.
“How do you want your eggs!?!?”
She was screaming at the man in one of the loudest, shrillest voices I had ever
heard.
All conversation in the restaurant stopped and all eyes were upon this
elderly couple as she loudly went through a list of possible options.
“Do you want them scrambled,
over easy or sunny side up,” she screamed.
“Scrambled… soft,” he said
finally. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Mercifully the egg
controversy ended and everyone got back to their own breakfast.
I motioned my wife to lean
in because I had something that I needed only her to hear. And with an almost
desperation in my voice I said, “I don’t care how bad it gets, don’t you ever
scream at me like that… just order the damn eggs for me… after all these years
you should know how I like them.”
She nodded and then she smiled… it was one of “those”
smiles, if you’ve been married for any period of time you know what I mean.
Something was going on in that brain of hers and I had missed it and she wasn’t
saying.
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