outpost31 said: This is probably too little too late, but use one half of the egg shell to fish out the piece. It’s the easiest way to do it. They’re kind of drawn to each other. It’s weird, but it works.
It’s too late for this instance, but boy is it handy for the next inevitable time I do that. Thanks!
When he visits me, Marc is surprised at how frequently police and ambulance sirens can be heard in this neighborhood. I tell him it’s a sign of how safe it is here, that it’s the sound of justice being served and emergencies tended to.
Earlier this month, a pizza place not five minutes from Tobias’s house told us that they didn’t deliver here (and this is a direct quote) “because of the crime”. They made a one-time exception and the delivery guy arrived unscathed.
This morning, I left Marc’s apartment to find shards of glass scattered across the front seats of my car and the business card of a city police officer tucked under the windshield with “call me about your vehicle” written on the back. A rash of break-ins was reported in the area and mine was the last car attacked before the suspect was startled and had absconded. The front passenger-side window is gone. Marc fashioned a makeshift plastic one until it can be replaced. He’s a mensch and would have done it even if it were my fault, but felt terrible that this happened where he lives. Reflecting on it hours later, I feel inappropriately smug.
Where’s “the crime” now?