As usual, the Door Dash guy couldn’t deliver the groceries without an issue. This time, the carton of eggs was open for some reason and only four weren’t broken; the others were either cracked or spewing yolk from the shell.
Nearing the tail end of his training camp, Ed didn’t even have the energy to give the guy a poor review. If he wasn’t training, he was resting; if he wasn’t resting, he was cooking; if he wasn’t cooking, he was focusing on cutting weight.
Luckily, four eggs was exactly what Ed needed for breakfast before heading to the gym.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from the Friday Fictioneers at: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/06/24/26-june-2020/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/06/26/usual/.