Egg Interrupted

Egg, interrupted
The not-so-nice ones called me a liar, although not directly to my face. To be sure, there were many skeptics. A few believed me because of my street cred. But the bottom line? I can stand an egg on its end . Twice a year.
Anyone can perform the magic under four conditions: it has to be either the vernal or autumnal equinox (first day of spring or fall), you have to have an egg, and it’s a must to have a flat surface and a steady hand.
This year the autumnal equinox was scheduled to arrive during our staff meeting. I walked in carrying one of those special Styrofoam containers that scream “Eggs on board!” I spent the first 20 minutes futilely trying to perform the “magic”, having to put up with snide remarks and defaming questions about my parentage. Finally, when no one was looking, IT HAPPENED! The egg stood on its end! All of my chagrined detractors, my doubting Thomas’s, were proven wrong, and I reigned victorious! Oh, victory, how sweet thy name!
Then, of course, my egg, now named Super Chick, was passed around the table like some lady of the night, with everyone having a go at her. I felt rather bad about that.
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