He happily took his eggs and ate them. I had all 3 of mine along with some oatmeal and raisins.
My father, being the wonderful dad that he is, drove me an hour from Staten Island to Bayside, Queens for my 1st of two interviews on Tuesday.
When we arrive at the place we sit in the car chatting for a bit because I was a little early.
"Why am I soo tired?" my father asks himself. "How many eggs did you give me?" he asks me.
*Did you not eat them? Shouldn't you know?*
"You got me feeling all heavy this morning--I don't usually eat breakfast--I feel tired." He says.
*Is this man nutz? I got him feeling heavy? Did I force them eggs down his throat??*
You can't win!