It's not Halloween - it's Wednesday!!

At about 9 o'clock tonight, I was waiting at the edge of the Common to cross Beacon street where it intersects with Charles. Nice neighborhood, right? Yeah, well, as I was standing there waiting for the light to change in my favor, some dude shouted at me out the passenger side of a car that was making a right there. I was a bit annoyed but not completely surprised--this sort of thing is par for the course, after all. However, while I was still mentally processing what just happened and trying to figure out what he said, I heard a shout from the next car and felt something wet and cold hit my hand and spray all over my pants-- I had just been EGGED by a passenger in that second car. It's not even Halloween. Of course I shouted "WTF?!" and whipped out my phone, but by then the car was already long gone. So here's the brown-shelled free-range projectile, instead. Don't I live in a city, a place that ought to be the hub of civilization (and one would hope, with it, civilized acts)? Words, gesticulations, and whistles are bad enough...there's no need to physically attack someone to let them know what a jerk you are. -robin