I know that feel....
09/04/2015, 17:38
I make breakfast for an old man in a wheelchair a few mornings a week. To do that, I have to start my morning about 90 minutes earlier than he wants to start his morning. I am not a morning person at all, and thus not at my sharpest.
I was cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, and throwing the shells into the sink for later composting, sleepily running mostly on autopilot.
Something my fingers had just done did not match the autopilot script, so I had to wake up a bit more and look at what had gone wrong.
I had cracked the egg into the sink, and thrown the shell into the mixing bowl.
Apparently the look of confusion on my face was hilarious, because the old guy didn't stop laughing for almost 5 straight minutes.
Years later, he still starts giggling when we're having eggs, leaning in and watching intently to see if I'll do it again. My one-time sleepy fuckup has brought him literal years worth of joy.
Totally worth a wasted egg (and a little bit of pride)!
I was cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, and throwing the shells into the sink for later composting, sleepily running mostly on autopilot.
Something my fingers had just done did not match the autopilot script, so I had to wake up a bit more and look at what had gone wrong.
I had cracked the egg into the sink, and thrown the shell into the mixing bowl.
Apparently the look of confusion on my face was hilarious, because the old guy didn't stop laughing for almost 5 straight minutes.
Years later, he still starts giggling when we're having eggs, leaning in and watching intently to see if I'll do it again. My one-time sleepy fuckup has brought him literal years worth of joy.
Totally worth a wasted egg (and a little bit of pride)!
