okay, fine, you sucked me in. This was back when I was with my ex and also way before chicken days. We lived alone together with no kids and didn't do a lot of cooking really.
So once I was sick, and I was always the one who did the food shopping. So I asked him to pick up eggs. I was VERY specific about the brand I wanted, describing the color of the label, the brand, what the label said, etc. I had a feeling something was going to get messed up, but I was so thorough in my description.
Well, he got home with the eggs. Were they the right kind?.....
Yep! All SIX DOZEN OF THEM.
(and no, I'm not kidding, and no, I don't know what he was thinking. I don't even bake. At that time I hardly even cooked, just felt like making some hard boiled eggs).