The Uprising

February 6th, Somewhere in FL

Me- (I crack a egg in a glass and begin to whisk it for the demonstration.)
C- "Oh no." (Woman covers her mouth, leans over and makes some gutteral coughs.) "Please...don't. Oh God!"
Me- "What, the egg?"
C- "Oh, please no, NO!" (I stop and put the egg down behind the booth.)
Me- "Are you OK ma'am?"
C- (Making gagging sounds with her hand over her mouth) "Please stop. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. Ahhh. Oh." (Turns away)
C2- (Her husband comes over and puts his arms around her) "Honey?"
C- "He was making an egg and didn't tell me. Oh God. I almost threw up."
Me- "I'm so sorry, I didn't know..." (Now a small crowd has formed and several older women are whispering and shaking their heads at me. One walks away, apparently in disgust, and waves a diapproving hand through the air in my direction.)
C- "I'm sensitive, jerk!" (Nobody comes around for a few minutes, so I take a break.)