Our house was hit with some eggs a week back. Based on the conversation I had with the police officer while I was in my underwear hosing off the house, the event appears to be entirely random.
The next morning, my son approached me to ask whether it was true that our house had been hit with eggs. “Yes,” I replied, “Some teenagers doing stupid stuff. No big deal.”
He took a moment, seemed pensive, and then replied, “At least they didn’t throw potatoes.”
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