Got egged by ville rats on our way home from a party at Gabe’s (the apartment above the laundromat).
First pass: saved by bus shelter at Rutgers and Chester. Second pass: miss, fired between Fritz and me. Third pass: hit Luke, I got some spray on my right forearm and my purple CS t-shirt. I think the eggs were less than fresh.
I do not understand the mental process behind having fun by throwing eggs at people. TV… internet… even drinking… so many less destructive choices could have been made. Grawr.
Miscreants. Hooligans. Ne’er-do-wells!