Damn! Overnight, I have ovo-phobia and share similar phobia as Alfred Hitchcock. Damn, damn, damn.
Can you farking believe that Tesco has rotten eggs? Last nite, 5xmom, the ever efficient woman wandered off grabbing groceries at the speed of lightning while atm was elsewhere, browsing through, buying only a single watermelon. My trolley was filled with lots of vegetables, toileteries and stuffs. Then, I head to the eggs section.
So, this cibai tray of eggs which I grabbed spilt the foulest, stinkiest, busuk smelling liquid. It dripped on the floor and my hands. I ran over to the fish section to wash it off from their tap. Not satisfied, I used the shampoo I had in the trolley to wash again. And I left the shampoo and didn’t buy it because the smell of the shampoo is going to traumatise me next time. (Helen’s Tesco coconut shampoo)
After that, I just can’t get rid of the smell. Poor atm has to smell every item in the trolley to find out where the stench came from. It was the watermelon. We paid for our stuffs and left the watermelon there.
No matter where I go, the stench follows me. It is worse then faeces. More like rotting animal corpse. I was beginning to think the the whole shopping mall people can smell me. Maybe they think I have a rotting clam or something, you know….green mucous out of the poohkey LOL. I feel like stripping off my clothes because it just stinks. But I can’t find which spot it is.
Passing by KFC, atm asked me if I want a McEgg. I went, huh? Then, I realised he is pulling my legs. OMG, don’t even mention anything about eggs. I am going to throw up.
Passing our church (while in the car, on the road ), we usually do a quick cross. I said something like ‘Oh my God, please wash away my stinks’. Can’t help it. It was so, so gross. And my kids echoed, “Please don’t pass any bird flu through the eggs.”
That’s why I can’t wait to get home and sanitize myself. So, the next time, you want to get even with your greatest enemy without murdering him, throw acid on her face or do anything against the law, just throw a rotten egg. Think about it? Just one tiny egg, pelt it on your husband’s mistress, the bitch who stole your boyfriend, the money digger who took away your BMW, your MIL who said you are not good enough for her daughter…..
(sorry, don’t mean to tarik harga and wait so long to post this. I was away this morning, at a supermarket furthest away from my home at Sunshine Square. Just so that I can buy fresh eggs.)