Kidnapped Eggs
Be sure you get the eggs she said.
Got it on the list twice I said, irritated.
We need them tonight she confided.
They’ll be the first thing I pick up, I assure her.
My granddaughter has been listening to the speaker.
She rolls her eyes. She’s intense, she tells me.
I know that. I raised her.
We get home after spending over a hundred bucks
And me checking off eggs twice.
Grandma, where are the eggs?
We re-check the bags, and the car, for the eggs.
“I know I bought them,” I assure my daughter.
I check the receipt. Eggs $1.14 cents.
I call the store, get put on hold,
Then transferred twice.
Remember that elderly couple
Whose groceries kept over the divider?
They have arrested them, and I’m going down to testify.
“They were egg-Nappers and my grandma caught them,”
I hear the 7 year old say with pride.
I’m not about to change my story now.
I am already designing my new egg cape and egg mask.
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Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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