a) Eggs come in 6 or a dozen. Fridge has little shelf with holes for 8 eggs.
b) I always feel as if a supermarket employee is gonna get really offended, and start telling me I can’t open the eggs to check they’re not cracked. They won’t, because they honestly couldn’t give a fuck, they’re just trying to get through their shift. But the feeling is there. Egganoia makes me feel as if the security cameras are zooming in, though, making sure I don’t pocket an egg. “Hey, we saw video of a woman in a supermarket in Russia shoving a raw chicken up her hoo-hah! It’s not impossible you might wanna pocket an egg, fella!”








I don’t know if any of these will help, but I hope they do. I’ve found ways I didn’t know to store art equipment by watching similar videos.