Eggs falling from the heavens?

It was a blistering day in "Hotlanta", and I was walking on the sidewalk as I did every weekend. Unlike most Saturdays, where I strolled back with friends from Synagogue, chatting about the newly engaged couples or new babies that were there, I found myself alone.
Sometimes I enjoyed walking by myself. I had a chance to decompress after the social craziness that happens after services end. Lost in my thoughts somewhere between wondering if I had sweat stains running down the back of my dress and whether or not I'm really interested in eating a large meal now, I felt something quite hard hit my back. " Ouch", I yelped! I peer around to look for an object that seemed to have fallen from the sky...or maybe a fruit from a tree? Quickly , sticking out of the plush green grass, I noticed a white ball. What the heck is that? I thought, as I picked it up. Almost simultaneously, I heard people yelling out at me and laughter from a car nearby. As I realize this white round ball is an egg I also realize what the words they are yelling out the window to me "you ___ Jew." I am dumbfounded. The car drives off to the sound of laughter that eventually dies. I peer to see if anyone else had seen this... but once again I am alone.
I stared down at the egg in the palm of my hand. Not really sure what to do, I just kept walking. I was trying not to focus on the pain emanating from my back. but apparently an egg being thrown from a car window hurts like heck!
A part of me wanted to cry and the other part wanted to laugh. Seriously, what idiots! I never experienced bigotry growing up in this decade, where everything is politically correct. But it got me to thinking.
On the rest of my walk home, I wasnt only hurting on the outside. I started to think of all the Jews during the time of persecution in the Holocaust and the Blacks in the time of the Civil War. How their pride must have been taken from them time and time again by acts of social injustices. It made me pain for all of them.
By the time I got home, I told my family a very detailed story of getting egged and by the end asking " and did you know getting egged really hurts!" They had all gotten very quiet from my story, but then everyone burst into laughter. I guess sometimes the best thing to do is laugh, hold your head up high, and move on. I changed and ate a very large , deliciously filling lunch :)