Jonola14

THE EGG INCIDENT

Upon returning from two weeks on the motorshow, a trip to Tesco’s ensued. However, the fridge soon became full with the fresh purchases and some of the elder items inhabiting the fridge had to be discarded. One of which was an egg.

Rather than carry out the boring task of putting it in the bin, the decision was taken to launch it as far as possible from the first floor window.

So there I stood, a few paces back, egg in hand, plotting my angle of trajectory and anticipating its voyage over the trees and beyond.

I took a pace forward and began to trot towards the window, poised to launch the little thing into orbit. I drew my arm back and propelled it forward as hard as I possibly could, only for the egg to shatter mid-launch and deposit yoke all over the outside of the window, all down the walls, down my trousers, all over the beer cans, onto the curtains and into countless other places that I have yet to discover.

Why couldn’t I just put it in the bin?