Here's a tip. You might want to jot down a little note-to-self.
If you have 80 eggs in your refrigerator, contained in three 18-cartons, two 12-cartons, and a small styrofoam bowl, it is considered rude to ask that no more loose eggs be stored in a bowl on the top shelf, since all the cartons take up the bottom shelf, and, well, sometimes, there is such a thing as too many eggs.
Such a request is so rude that the owner and undisputed Lord of the Eggs will gather up the three 18-packs under his arm, place the bowl of two eggs on the kitchen table, and make a hasty, not altogether pleasant exit, with a snide remark over his shoulder that, "You aren't helping me sell any!"
When I became and egg broker, I do not recall. Hauling tiny globules which need the tender care equivalent to transporting nitroglycerin is just not in the cards for my T-Hoe and the gravel road. I decree that 80 eggs is enough for anybody, and it's time to stop hoarding the hen fruit.
The Queen of Hillmomba has spoken.