You've reminded me of an egg story:
A couple of weeks ago, I was at Kroger, and I needed some eggs, grabbed some, opened them to check for cracks, then put them in the cart.
While that was going on, another fellow grabbed some eggs. When I looked up, I noticed that two of his eggs were very obviously broken, like the tops had been pushed in. Broken, not cracked. Broken.
He was a much older gentleman, and when he put them in his cart, I thought maybe he just missed seeing that, so I said, "Hey, excuse me, but you've got two broken eggs in there."
"Yup," he said as he wheeled his cart away, "Last time I get sent to the store for groceries, I bet."