A kid threw an egg at me on my commute home - on a nice, quiet little (OK - long straightaway) side street in the 'burbs. I took it on the arm at elbow height. It splattered across my arm and chest, then dripped onto my pants. About 3/4 of a mile later, I took another look at my rear baskets. I saw a piece of eggshell fall off of me from some unknown location, so I must have left a trail of egg parts all the way home! I went out to the backyard and hosed off before coming in and visiting the washing machine.
I was grateful not to have taken the impact in my glasses, helmet, or any of a number of other more tender body parts.
Nothing got on my bike or the stuff in my rear baskets, so I'm glad about that. By the time I got home, the pain was pretty much gone. I did not get my wits about me soon enough to gather a license number. I barely even saw the car. It was raining lightly, so I was looking down and I saw the car just enough to judge that I was out of its way in my own lane. It also came up on me and went past pretty fast.
This story could have had quite a different ending. I'm grateful for the one I got. I have a good story, an egg-shaped red (so far) mark, and, hopefully, a bit more street smarts.