The teriyaki chef explained how the game worked. He spoke about chopping up omelettes and firing the pieces at our faces, while we tried to catch the eggy bits. I chanced a sideways glance at Sharon just as she turned to look my way. We tried to hold it in but it was impossible – we both dissolved into fits of giggles, her head flying back fast, giving herself over to the joy. She refused to take part in the game, but the rest of us sat there like those clown games at the carnival, where you feed ping pong balls into their mouths in the hope of winning a prize.
Later, as we were paying for our dinner, she noticed cartons and cartons of eggs piled up near the entrance. She looked at me, an eyebrow raised – a sure sign that something cheeky is coming. Sure enough, she grabbed three eggs and walked out.
It was Chinese New Year in Melbourne and the celebrations were in full force. It was standing-room only on the pavement as the dragon dancers undulated past us. Sharon motioned towards her husband so I readied the camera. Sure enough she threw the eggs at his feet one-by-one. He had no idea, he was watching the show, but Sharon and I found it hysterical as he stepped on the eggs, cracking them open, yolk exploding.
Her dark shiny hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail and you can see the sparkle in her eyes, or sometimes a dark scowl when she has noticed an injustice and wants to tell the world about it and then fix it. She may live 15,504km away from me, but as she says, in her Jersey “caw-fee” twang, she’s my sistamama.
Today’s Writing101 prompt – “Who’s the most interesting person you’ve met this year? Turn it into a character study.
How about you? Who’s the most interesting person you’ve met this year?