While walking home after dropping off my dog this evening, I was unexpectedly roused from my introspective ponderings by an egg suddenly hitting me in the thigh. Evidently, the driver of the black sports car that subsequently sped away had had too many eggs in his refrigerator and was hard pressed for a means of disposing of them. Fair enough! Although I can think of far more productive uses for excess food than randomly tossing it out a window at unsuspecting pedestrians.
Interestingly, I had been thinking about ways to cultivate gratitude just prior to being pelted by the incredible, edible projectile, and once I had realized what happened I felt extremely thankful that the egg had not splattered on my trousers, but instead had only broken open after falling to the concrete.
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