Uncontrollable Laughter #2

Today I walked into the basement lounge of Milton Daniel. It happens to be right next to my room, so I tend to visit the lounge frequently because people are always baking and I can smell what they are making due to my proximity to the room. My roommate and I were extremely bored between classes and smelled brownies being baked, so we decided to check it out and see if we could get some brownies while we waited for class to start. We entered the lounge to find our two friends, Ashley and Chris, baking the brownies. We kindly asked if we could have some of the brownies when they were done cooking and they were generous enough to give us some of the brownies. But now we were presented with a dilemma. We had 25 minutes before the brownies were done and of course they had to cool off for a little while after they came out of the oven. So, I decided to see what we around the room that we could play with for a little while. I found some extra eggs that Chris and Ashley hadn’t used in the batter for the brownies. Jackpot. At first, we just started throwing the eggs around at each other, kind of in a hot potato fashion. As we were playing “hot egg”, I had a revelation. My grand moment of clarity was to see if I could trick my roommate into thinking that you cannot break an egg if you press on the sides as hard as you can. Now, before you go ranking on my roommate for actually doing something this stupid and sketchy, there actually is some truth to it. If you take an egg and put the butt end and the pointy end in between your hands at the base of your palms, it is indeed impossible to break an egg. You can try it if you truly desire, I promise it will not break if you do it correctly. The problem is, not many people know the correct placement and technique when they press against the egg so it does not break. Usually what happens is that the egg will slide slightly from its original position, throwing the balance and distribution of the pressure off. This results in the egg breaking. Luckily, I know how to do it so that the egg will not break, even if I use all of what little strength I have to attempt to crush it in between my hands. So, I showed Hunter, my roommate, that it is in fact impossible to break the egg if it’s in this position. I told him that he needs to give it a try and at first he refused. But I used good old peer pressure to finally get the once reluctant roommate to agree to try it. The only condition he had was that he wanted to do it over the sink just in case something went wrong. I said that was perfectly fine. So, I handed him the egg and he proceeded to walk over to the sink. He positioned the egg in between his palms and my friend Chris got his video camera ready. Hunter began to press against the egg. At first, everything happened as it was supposed to. He couldn’t break the egg because he was timid about putting pressure on the egg because he didn’t want it to break all over him and the clothes he was wearing. To my delight, after seeing that it actually works he gained the confidence to try again, but this time giving it all of his strength. Going with my expectations perfectly, the excess force caused his hands to move slightly thus causing the egg to burst all over him, the sink, the cabinets above the sink, and the wall behind the sink. Chris and I broke into immediate uncontrollable laughter. Tears streaming down our face when he turned to us and his hair was drenched in egg, he stormed out of the room while uttering the words “I hate y’all”. Unfortunately, this seems to be a common exchange between my roommate and me because he seems to be the cause of my laughter quite often. He’s a good sport about it though and usually gets over what had happened within a few minutes. What caused me to laugh was a combination of laughing at his misfortune and the fact that what I thought was going to happen actually worked and went as planned. The astonishment of things actually going as planned was just an addition to my source of laughter. Was it the superiority theory? I think there was certainly an aspect of it. I felt that I had outsmarted him and tricked him into doing something that I had suspected would happen and it amused me that he was gullible enough to actually try it. Am I saying that I’m more intelligent than him? Of course not. But I certainly felt like I was for that short amount of time and it helped to contribute to my laughter in addition to laughing at his physical humor, thinking that I was glad it was not me. To make this story more visible, I will attempt to get the video posted on my blog as well, so that hopefully you all can share my laughter at this event.