Revelling in the news that I have a share in an unknown Nigerian friend's millions, I pottered off to Sainsburys for a celebratory breakfast. Ah the high life was just starting.
I ordered "omlette with hash browns"
5 minutes later a sheepish grown-up (the only one the cafe owns) informs me "we have run out of omlettes"
Speechless, gob-smacked, nay, bewildered... My years in IT spawned one chain of thought - obviously the supply chain system hasnt worked properly, but the over-riding thought was "fuck me, there must be 10,000 eggs in this sodding shop"
A glare from Mrs BPR resulted in me ordering something else rather than saying the obvious
Even the 13-year olds in the canteen could break a couple of eggs, shuffle them with a fork and chuck them in a pan ... or is this health and safety gone mad?
Next time I get a share of more millions, I'll ask if they have eggs before I order...