This morning I wanted eggs for breakfast but I didn't have any. So I went across to the store across the street at 6:30 in the morning. That's the time it opens. I walked in wearing just my housecoat and slippers because it's only across the street and it was early enough nobody really is out that early too often.
So I went straight to the cooler and got my eggs. The funniest part happened when I walked in; the immigrant gentleman behind the counter, his eyes opened the size of a loonie and he was mumbling to himself when he saw me. I wonder if in his own language he was asking himself if he was dreaming? My hair was standing up and all over the place and my beard is almost a foot long and also all over the place. He must have thought I was some kind of a maniac. Well he sure got his surprise of the day. Just to see his face I almost burst out laughing.