Splat

Last Sunday as Phil and I were driving home from our small group, we heard a loud thud on our car window. Now, there are quite a few things that could have made a loud thud on a car window: a blind bird, an oversized locust, a rock spewed by a passing car, animal suicide...or a good old fashioned egging. That's right: we were egged--just one well placed egg that hit the window behind the driver's seat, thankfully not scratching the car. I actually would have suspected the blind bird over an egg--evidence that it's been a while since I was in high school.

Despite the minor inconvenience, I found the whole experience quite entertaining. My life has been fairly uneventful lately, so why not throw a little egg into the mix and make it more interesting?

Conveniently, we were only a few feet away from a gas station where we used the windshield cleaner to rid any trace of the egg. (You never know what substance you might be cleaning your windshield with). The funniest part of the story is that while Phil was cleaning our car, there was a guy one spot over at the gas station doing the exact same thing because he, too, was a victim of the egging incident. No car left behind.