It was a typical Saturday morning when my ex, Alex, showed up at my doorstep. This wasn’t unusual, except for the fact that I had kicked him out two months ago after he turned my life into an episode of a bad reality show. I didn’t even hear him knock—he just appeared, like a misplaced cloud, looking all sheepish and holding a plastic grocery bag. Without saying much, he shoved it into my hands. “Here,” he mumbled. “I got you some stuff.”

I stared at the bag, expecting something more meaningful. Maybe milk? Or perhaps a nice bottle of wine to apologize for his past mistakes? But no, inside the bag were just a dozen eggs and half a pound of bologna. I blinked, confused. “Eggs? And… bologna?” I asked. He looked serious as he handed them to me. “Yeah, top-notch stuff. Thought you could use it.” I was too stunned to respond, so I just nodded, muttering, “Thanks, I guess.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t help but feel like I had just witnessed a bizarre, unrequested food delivery service. But honestly, I didn’t want to deal with any awkwardness, so I decided to let it slide. I just stood there with the bag in my hands, unsure if I should laugh, cry, or just wonder what exactly went through his mind before showing up at my doorstep with such a strange offering.

Later that day, I ran into a mutual friend, Josh, at the park. He greeted me with a grin, clearly excited about something. “Hey! Guess what?” he said. “I saw Alex today. He was bragging about how he stocked your fridge from top to bottom!” I stared at him in disbelief. “What? My fridge is stocked with a dozen eggs and a half-pound of bologna, that’s it!” Josh burst into laughter, nearly falling over. “He was acting like he just bought you a year’s worth of caviar and champagne!” I couldn’t help but laugh too, imagining Alex’s enthusiasm over his “generous” gesture. I joked, “I think he thinks I’m going to throw a bologna-and-egg dinner party or something.” And just like that, Alex had somehow turned an everyday grocery run into a self-declared grand gesture.