Patience under pressure

This morning, I woke up later than usual. I wasn’t feeling too strong, so I decided to make something simple which was Indomie with eggs. I quickly got dressed and headed out to buy the eggs from a nearby shop. When I arrived, the shop was busy. One person was cutting meat, while the other was helping a woman who had come with her husband to buy eggs. I had no choice but to wait for my turn.

After what felt like forever, the woman finished buying her eggs and was heading back to her car. Just as she was about to get in, she hit her foot on something, and the bag of eggs she was holding fell to the ground. Everyone around shouted at once, but the husband calmly stepped out of the car. Without saying a word, he started picking up the eggs, sorting out the unbroken ones, and putting them back into the bag.

The woman looked so frustrated, and it seemed like she wanted to vent her anger, but her husband calmly told her not to worry. His tone was so gentle that it surprised me. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t blame her, just quietly went about fixing the situation. It was a level of self-control I wasn’t expecting.

Meanwhile, the ladies at the shop couldn’t stop talking about the incident. Some were laughing, others were commenting on how eggs are too expensive to waste. But the man ignored all of it. He didn’t engage or get distracted. Once he was done packing up the good eggs, he got back into the car with his wife, and they drove off as though nothing had happened.