I was happy because I had handed in that assignment. I was going to a cocktail party to celebrate. My outfit was new and I felt good.

It was 9 PM. I was riding as fast as I could; I was more than an hour late. But that’s expected at these sorts of things.

As I sped down the last stretch of road, I paid no special attention to a car coming towards me. That is, until someone in the car threw something at me. It hit my chest at full speed. I yanked my brakes as the car flew by.

It hurt, it did. Was it rock? I felt my chest and it was wet. Carefully, I unwrapped my scarf and examined it in the rapidly fading daylight. Immediately, I saw the fragments of egg shell. I had been egged.

Luckily, the scarf took the brunt of the attack. I wiped some wetness off my neck with a tissue and began wheeling my bike. Every now and then, I came across the shattered remains of more eggs. I wonder how many others got hit?