Most of my egg customers are guys my SO works with. One of these guys bought his first dozen from me last week. This guy, a man in his late 40s, took as his second wife a woman that can best be described as arm candy. She's in her mid 20s now and not all that bright. When they married he found out she can't cook - she literally burned water - and she doesn't have a clue about cleaning. That's okay, she looks good on his arm at parties so he does all the cooking and cleaning. This guy asked for more eggs yesterday and told my SO this story: He went to scramble up some eggs on Sunday when his wife wandered into the kitchen (she must have found it on a map). She asked him why he was cooking up the BAD eggs. Bad eggs he asks? Well yeah, she says. They turned brown. Doesn't that mean they're bad???? She was dead serious folks! I swear I almost peed my pants when my SO told me this! I told my SO to be sure this guy never tells his wife that I have roosters.