There were a dozen broken eggs in Aisle 22, whose mess was it?
Tonight I went shopping for groceries. There were a dozen broken brown eggs in Aisle 22, whose mess was it?
Did someone drop the eggs and then walk away?
Whose mess was it?
Perhaps the person who dropped the eggs was someone whose mother always picked up after them. Perhaps the person never had to clean up their own mess. As a child they spilled milk and left bread crumbs on the kitchen counter. Their mother said, “It’s okay honey. I will do it for you. Go and play.”
They left their dirty dishes on the kitchen table and never carried them to the counter or put them in the dishwasher.”It’s okay honey. I will do it for you. Go and do your homework.”
They never washed their own laundry or cleaned their own room.”It’s okay honey. I will do it for you. Go and watch your television show.”
Then they grew up and moved away and dropped eggs in the grocery store and walked away.
It wasn’t their fault that the eggs fell. They didn’t have to clean it up. Let someone else clean it up. They were trained to walk away.
“It’s easy to make a mess when you’re not the one who has to clean it up.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy
As I walked to the office to tell them the sad story of the smashed eggs, I saw an employee walked towards Aisle 22 with a spray bottle and a roll of paper towel.
As he walked past, I said, “Eggs?”
He said, “Yes.”
Perhaps the person who dropped the eggs had offered to clean up the mess. And perhaps the store manager had said,
“It’s okay honey. I will do it for you. Go and have a nice day.”
Whose mess was it?
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About Pamela Hodges
I write slice of life stories to help you know you are loved, valuable and worthy just as you are. I am a writer, an artist, and a cleaner of seven litter boxes. I live in Pennsylvania with one husband, four cats, one dog and two birds.