The Egg Saga

Last Saturday Ed and I decided to make muffins so I could bring them for snack at Sunday School the next morning. We started to gather ingredients in the kitchen and realized we were out of eggs. That is not really a problem, since there is a boutique (small tin shed that sells most basic ingredients) across the street from our door. After confirming the French word for egg with my roomie- oeuf, pronounced uff- we walked out the door.Walking around my neighborhood after the rain. Yay sheep!

Unfortuntely, the boutique was closed and according to the body language and lively hand motions from the group sitting outside the guy that has the key was away. We were not discouraged, however, and continued onto another boutique (there are about 10 within a 2 block radius). This one was open- yet they were out of eggs.

The next shop also was out of eggs, so we went to the last one- the shop we most frequent because of his friendliness and its a bit bigger than the others. This one was closed. We decided that this was not our day for eggs and we would have to wait and try again in the morning. Ed and I walked back, not really discouraged, just amused at the lack of eggs in our neighborhood.

On the trek back, as we passed the third shop again, the owner motioned to us and asked how many eggs we needed. Being just 2 he smiled and handed some money to a boy that was standing nearby and the boy ran off. We realized he had just had someone run an errand for us and we were touched at the extra effort he was willing to go to for our business. In about 2 minutes the boy returned with no eggs. Instead of leaving it at that, the guys hands the boy the keys to his moto and the kid drives off. The owner motions to us to sit down on a bench and he proceeds to turn on the tv (animal planet in French I think). Ed and I looked at each other and laughed at the amount of effort people were going to in order for us to have eggs.

The boutique when it's closed.

About 5 minutes later, the boy returns with 2 eggs and we pay. I dont even want to know where he found the chickens to squeeze on such short notice. It was at no extra cost for the added moto expenses and they seemed so pleased to help. We took off, back towards the house- laughing and thankful for the eggs. Now anytime we walk by the shop, the owner points to his stack of eggs (apparently he got more in) in case we ever need any more.