The ” Yolk’s” on Me…

Dear Reader:

Every holiday usually has one memory stand out at a family gathering and the Easter of 2022 will always be remembered as the ” Extreme Egg Toss” game that admittedly I ordered and brought to the family celebration.

Let me warn you… do not be deceived by this innocent-looking face… this ” extreme egg toss” ” egg” is a mystic in a egg costume!

The idea behind the game is to toss the ” egg” back and forth-each time taking one step backwards until you miss and you hear the dreaded words ” You cracked my egg” and then one tosser is eliminated and/ or you just start over. The egg has 40 different sayings and touch sensors to evaluate the outcome of the toss. ( Believe me… it was sensory activated-especially sound!)

Eloise and I played and really had fun… the older kids sometimes got too competitive… but still, overall, it was a fun diversion.

After eating a delicious lunch, then desserts, conversing about spring break vacations ( the good, bad, and ugly) watching golf and baseball games, as well as the family Easter Egg hunt… I was about ready to head home. I could hardly keep my eyes open … all that food!

Mandy helped me pack up and take everything to the car and put it in the far back! Another wonderful memorable Easter gathering… I just didn’t know then how memorable.

Just as I made the circular curve onto the interstate… I slammed on brakes while pulling down the visor because I was temporarily blinded by the bright sun. Suddenly I heard this voice say loudly and clearly…” ” What’s wrong? You got egg in your face?”

I almost had a heart attack! At first I thought a stranger had “snuck” in the backseat and hidden but as I stared in the mirror I realized there was nothing in the backseat-Mandy and I had put everything in the rear compartment.

My car was still swerving as I tried to gain my composure… ( Am sure the man behind me must have been thinking I had too many ” libations” celebrating Easter.) It wasn’t until I heard the voice again ( ” The yolk’s on you”) that I figured out who the ” voice ” was …but it was far out of my reach ( without stopping) in bumper to bumper Easter traffic. It was going to be a long trip home.

Things got eerier… a car pulled into my lane without any warning … again forcing me to hit the brakes and shake my head at the driver while blowing my horn to let him know how close he came to hitting me…suddenly the egg shouted out… “Was that an egg-splosion” or what?

By now I was so exasperated …things could have gone either way… but finally I saw the bizarre humor in this situation ( a writer for a comedy sitcom couldn’t come up with anything this funny… in hindsight. )

One of the main problem was that the ” voice ” in the trunk was on high volume for the outdoor sound level egg toss.. so every time the egg talked …it shouted!

The timing on the egg voice became funnier and funnier-almost like a comic waiting for his turn to throw the punch-line! As if the egg was listening…

For example …As I drove past the paper plant… I heard the voice say” ” We-eeee… Rotten Egg! ” I burst out laughing-it was pretty bad.

A sudden clap of thunder was met with “ What’s Crackin’? ”

By the time I turned onto Rainbow Road… the egg only had time for one comment before I parked and I got the “egg” out of the car… but the last voice echoed my final thoughts…” My brain’s fried; I’m going to sleep!”

This evening as I finish the Easter Day post… I already know that this story will make it into the legacy of…” Remember when Boo Boo brought that talking egg toss game and she forgot to turn it to the ” off” mode before driving home and it talked to her the whole way?”

So until tomorrow… Thank you God for the pure joy of the resurrection… and homespun humor as we follow our paths back home to you.

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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3 Responses to The ” Yolk’s” on Me…

  1. Beverly Dufford says:

    Well, thank you for starting my day with a laugh. Oh no, I didn’t mean a chuckle. By the time I finished your blog, I was laughing out loud. I was glad I was alone because someone might have been ready to commit me. It’s okay though because now I don’t need any medicine since “Laughter is the best medicine.” I don’t have to go to therapy because laughter is therapy. I don’t have to diet since laughter shakes everything and causes weight loss. Thank you. You have saved me a lot of money, and besides, you have started my day with so much joy. “You definitely cracked me up!” (Or maybe you don’t want to take responsibility for that.) Your grands are adorable!

  2. Johnny Johnson says:

    I am in tears laughing about your talking egg toss egg! I needed that one, hilarious! But I bet after the first shout you were no longer sleepy! Soooo funny!

    • Becky Dingle says:

      It was hilarious…but not until I got home and had time to process it…but now am so glad it happened because it has brought so many smiles and peals of laughter to so many….hope you had a wonderful Easter Johnny!!!!!

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