If you can imagine this scene-- I was shaking my pointer finger in the air, yelling, "You kids!" after discovering we'd been egg'd.
Jim and I were outside walking our dogs when we heard a fairly loud thud from the street. He said to me, "It sounds like my car just got hit."
I was thinking of a car crash... and I thought the sound was too quiet for that. But, then we walked up to his SUV... saw the evidence! Eggcellent.
I guess some little turds had their fun. Karma can be a tough old broad because I'm pretty sure it's payback for the one time I egg'd someone's house in the 7th grade. If I get TP'd tonight, I'm going to go toe-to-toe with a 14 year old. When does school start? Not soon enough, thinks this old gal.