The Egg Man
April 8, 2022
The town of Glastonbury is not real. Everyone was kind-hearted, every sidewalk and building were in the wrong century, and my mother could confine the whole town of Glastonbury into the description of mystical and magical.
Now please, oh please, allow me to discuss one of Glastonbury’s many treasures; the Egg Man.
His name is Wilf.
He wears an all grey vehicle licensed “855 WHY” in silver bolded letters. His tweed brown overcoat looks like it used to fit him perfectly but as time went on as time usually does, his tweed wrapped more largely around his lean top half. Similarly, his suit pants are baggy but Wilf makes them work, especially tucked into his dark brown combat farmer boots which are the same tone as his jacket and make it all fit together. His brown leather messenger bag slings across his shoulder underneath his green grey cabby hat a top his white hair. A blue suede sweater tucks under his tweed, and underneath that is a plaid button up shirt that looks like graph paper all blue and white.
For the past 40 years, Wilf has been selling eggs farmed himself from his hens in Glastonbury. He used to sell 200 dozen eggs a week and only on Fridays and Saturdays. As Wilf got older, he sold less and less eggs but holds onto his loyal customers whom he sells to each week.
Wilf, the egg man of Glastonbury.
Now please, oh please, allow me to discuss one of Glastonbury’s many treasures; the Egg Man.
His name is Wilf.
He wears an all grey vehicle licensed “855 WHY” in silver bolded letters. His tweed brown overcoat looks like it used to fit him perfectly but as time went on as time usually does, his tweed wrapped more largely around his lean top half. Similarly, his suit pants are baggy but Wilf makes them work, especially tucked into his dark brown combat farmer boots which are the same tone as his jacket and make it all fit together. His brown leather messenger bag slings across his shoulder underneath his green grey cabby hat a top his white hair. A blue suede sweater tucks under his tweed, and underneath that is a plaid button up shirt that looks like graph paper all blue and white.
For the past 40 years, Wilf has been selling eggs farmed himself from his hens in Glastonbury. He used to sell 200 dozen eggs a week and only on Fridays and Saturdays. As Wilf got older, he sold less and less eggs but holds onto his loyal customers whom he sells to each week.
Wilf, the egg man of Glastonbury.