This was a girl that I never thought I could ever get within ten feet of. So when she made her suggestion it never entered my feeble mind what she was getting at.
I was the youngest of three brothers. We lived several miles out of town so in keeping ourselves amused we had to be creative. One summer we discovered it was fun to throw eggs at cars speeding by on the highway down below our house. We snuck all the eggs we could from mom, borrowed some from my grandmother and even walked a couple of miles to purchase some from a neighbor. The neighbor was an old retired guy that happened to be the bartender at a nearby pub that dad frequented. He told dad that he didn’t know what was going on but them boys come by a bought a dozen eggs from him for five dollars (which was a ridiculous price way back then) and he suspected we were up to no good.
Well a couple of days later dad came home from work and asked us what we did with those eggs we bought from Mike. My middle brother who was always quick with the story said we took them out to Chris’s house (a kid that lived out the valley) and cooked them. Dad asked my oldest brother if he ate any and he said no. He looked at me and I said no I didn’t eat any either. Middle brother said him and Chris ate them all. Dad asked how did ou cook them and Dennis said scrambled. My dad said “yea, I suppose they would be scrambled hitting a car windshield at 70 miles an hour. Seems as though we egged a few of the guys dad worked in the woods with.