A few years back, I was on my way out to a camping trip on Halloween. I stopped at a local supermarket for last-minute supplies, and wanted to buy a couple of eggs to make an omelette the next morning – preferably two or three, but I settled for half a dozen. When I went to check out, the cashier let me know that they were having a special where I could get two dozen eggs for the price I was paying for half a dozen. She could not understand why I thought that was funny, or why I suggested it should come as a package with a case of whipped cream.
I won the costume contest at work today. I wore my ghillie suit, with a single large rubber eyeball. I told people I represented the things in the fridge and that we were demanding our own government.