The mobile rings as I'm walking to my car headed to work. "Jayla" it says on hte caller ID. She's in Firenze (Florence, Italy) for a semester. Having spent some time there, I'm her go-to guy for information.

"Hey there kiddo. What's up?"
"What're you doing right now?"
"Going to work. You?"
"Dan, I need eggs."
"Eggs?"
"I need eggs."
"Like chicken eggs?" ...I kept repeating this because it seemed an absurd reason to call intercontinentally.
"Yeah. Where are they?"
"Well, where are you?"
"A grocery store."
"Ok. Which one?" Florence doesn't have many and I've been to two relatively near where she's staying. She gives me the street names. Luckily I've been to the one she's at.
"Ok. Well, look near the baked goods and pastries."
"They don't have them in the refrigerated section!"
"I know. ITtaly doesn't refrigerate stuff like we do. They also stock far less than we do. Don't worry...when you find the eggs, they'll be edible."
"So I should use the eggs that are sitting out?"
"Yes."
"....ok."
"Have fun."
"Yeah. I'll call you later."