Eggs

For the third time this year M. brought home eggs. Fresh, farmers market’s eggs that he himself fetched, paid for and safely delivered. Unlike the previous two times, he went to the market in the middle of the week, when there are not very many vendors and few customers crowding the streets leading up to the market. He was escorted home by the local police, on account of a “concerned” citizen’s phone call.
He was very proud of his accomplished mission and especially happy of having had the opportunity to ride “where they keep the crooks”. The police seemed satisfied with his answers to their questions about intentions and his whereabouts.
Not conforming can be exhilarating or slightly depressing. I guess it all depends on one’s tendencies.

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