I counted the eggs- seven- and mentally retraced my steps; I had placed four in the boiling water and then, taking a second glance at the large five-dozen box (I can't resist a sale!), thrown in a few more. Had I gone for an even half dozen, and the seventh egg been thrown in by a sinister sneakster?
I growled at the bystander and obvious culprit. He grinned and after some indignant prodding, and threats that he would not get any of the egg salad, neither gave me any information nor went back to his work.
I carefully tapped the second egg on the edge of an extra bowl. Boiled. Anxious eyes watched me peel it. Third egg: boiled also. Fourth and fifth eggs: neither was the one.
I came to the 6th egg. "Fifty-fifty chance," I said, raising my eyebrows. It was boiled.
"Well, what's the chances of that, that I have to hold my breath for 5 eggs worth!"
"Kind of takes the suspense out," said my sidekick, disappointed and turning to leave. He had as good as confessed.
I cracked the final egg over the bowl, fully expecting the runny egg to plop out.
Nothing. I'd been had. I whacked him. I guess I'm gullible.