The straw for me was early on in my employment, my aunt sent me a large jar filled with various candy as a 'congratulations'.

She was a stick skinny, snobbish, blonde, know-it-all. In general she was selfish and childish, which we all were, but looked down at us and went to the boss crying when we joked back in retort to jokes like her own. Her job title was secretary, but we joked that it was 'internet quality control'. Had a coworker who made our job miserable. I will never know a joy as great as the good ten seconds he stood there, egg seeping out of his hand, utterly and completely confused as to what had just happened. And, on the final day of school, I arrived on campus with a single, solitary, uncooked egg.įor half a year I had imagined my friend's face as he crushed that egg in his bare fist like a tiny little soda can. He had become genuinely PROUD of his ability to field hard-boiled eggs. He could and would catch an egg in his sleep. I changed things up, slowly tossing it harder and further, till it was more a game of how hard and far we could throw it without it cracking.įor 6 months, I trained him like my perfect little egg catching monkey. We probably would have gotten bored and stopped after a week or two.

Everyone made a game of it: he had to be sneaky, or enlist others to distract his target.Īll in all it was good-natured, immature fun. And then proceeded to use the head or shoulder of whoever was closest to him as a hard surface. In this bag lunch was always a single, solitary hard-boiled egg.Ī friend of mine, being an outstanding gentleman, would always offer to crack the egg for me. In senior year of high school, I brought a bag lunch to school every other day.

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