the egg

one day i was running out the door to class and i grabbed something to eat. "what to eat, what to eat," i was thinking. "i know." i had hard boiled some eggs the day before and thought that would be a perfect snack. i grabbed one out of my carton along with a pudding (sugar free-thanks alicia!) and a cheese stick. put them in my side pocket and then was on my way.

the day was just like any other day. i went to german. had an oral exam. next i was in my student development class that i absolutely love. my professor is great- very entertaining. i met up with sara after both of our classes in the same building ended, and we headed off in the same direction- her to work, me to good old biology. after we said our farewells and i walked into the JKB i felt a little something damp in my backpack. "what could that be?" i thought, "did my pudding explode in my bag?"

well folks. when i opened up that bag i found a little surprise. turns out that that "hardboiled egg" which i had grabbed this morning wasn't actually a hard boiled egg. after a little mistake on my part i had grabbed a regular egg and had quickly stuck it in my bag. now as i peered into my little pocket of snacks i observe a mess of smashed eggshell and yolk, paired along with some slimy clear mess. echk. it was gross. i zipped that up to deal with it after class.

after leaving class i realize i need to take care of this mess. i head to a trash can to empty out the contents that i can throw away with my fingers and then walk over to the wilk with slime covering my hand. next stop is the bathroom where i wash my hands and try in vain to paper towel that mess from the snack pocket. it was unsuccessful.

looking back at that fateful morning, i am not sure what exactly was running through my head as i hurried to get my snacks. a. grabbing an egg, even if it was hardboiled, and putting it in my bag maybe wasn't the smartest thing ever. it was a disaster waiting to happen. b. why on earth would i have grabbed that egg, i mean i knew that i had put all my hardboiled eggs in sara's carton, i just forgot that in my rush out the door.

although i still haven't cleaned up the mess entirely, atleast it has dried up a bit. while it renders that pocket unusable, if i don't think about it the bag can be used.

atleast it makes for a great story.