egg man

Last week at the market, I had a short conversation with the egg seller. When I went back the second week, I wasn't sure that he would remember me, as I'm sure he sees hundreds of people each time he's at the market, and I was only one short conversation.

I bought six eggs, and as he hands them to me he asks, 'And, what about this Phelps?' Classy. Not only does he remember me, but he remembers I'm American and makes that jump to an American conversation topic. If I lived in the area (rather than only being a visitor for these three weeks) I would be an egg customer for life after that pleasant chat.

Back with you tomorrow...