Egging us on
It turns out that I was wrong about the ballistics of raw eggs.
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October 3, 2007 - כ"א תשרי תשס"ח
The Gym
No one was at the front desk when I came into the gym on Sunday. I stood there for a long moment, membership card and picture ID in hand. Finally, one of the red-shirted trainers emerged from their back room and waved me over.
I showed him my card and ID. “I think someone has to scan these for me to come in,” I said.
He looked at them, then pointed one finger at the card. “Bang!” he said. “Have a good workout.”