Bruises and broken eggs

So I'm at my usual Japanese restaurant for dinner with a friend, when she shows me a bruise on her wrist. She just realized she had it when she put weight on her hand at the sushi bar. It reminds me of other friends who also discover X-Files-worthy contusions. Ha ha ha...


Victory is mine! I took a raw quail egg in my right hand, placed it lengthwise between my thumb and index figure, and squeezed it, whereupon it violently shattered and sprayed my waterproof jacket. It was difficult, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to do the same to a regular raw chicken egg. I failed my first several attempts the previous week at the restaurant, but hey, you never know...