Over Easy

One Sunday morning, while stationed at Osan Air Base in South Korea, I was in line for breakfast and noticed that the cook behind the counter looked kind of harassed. After I gave him my order, he asked me how I wanted my eggs.

Not wanting to burden him further, I said cheerfully, “Oh, whatever is easiest for you.”

With that, he took two eggs, cracked them open onto my plate and handed it back to me.