The piled instability brought on by trying to lug everything all at once.
You could just take two trips.
But you know this already.
You could even use the exercise, if you’re being honest with yourself.
But of course you know that, too.
You spent so much money on all of those groceries. Money you worked hard to earn. You took time out of your day and braved the throng and din of a grocery store on a Saturday afternoon… all so you could get everything you need to carefully prepare a meal for your partner.
If you were to add up every stitch of time that brought you to this moment… the work, the travel, the careful and conscious preparation… you’d have to measure it in hours.
But you wanted to save yourself the time of making that second trip.
And that’s the reason you dropped your fucking eggs.