Look, I’m not here to argue about the commercialisation of holidays. I’m just saying that being prepared beats being panicked. Knowing which shops are open on Easter Sunday is like having a secret weapon in your mom-purse. Or dad-toolbox. Whatever works.
You don’t have to love it. You don’t have to shop ’til you drop. But that one forgotten ingredient—the eggs, the ham, the extra batteries for the remote—doesn’t have to ruin your day. There’s a 7-Eleven out there, waiting for you.
And if all else fails? There’s always the gas station pizza. It’s warm, it’s there, and it’s surprisingly edible. Happy Easter. Go get those eggs.
