DEAR PHILLY: (HUEVOS FRUSTRATOS)

DEAR PHILLY: Is there a trick to getting those pesky little shell fragments out of my cracked eggs? Yours truly, HUEVOS FRUSTRATOS. 

DEAR HUEVOS FRUSTRATOS: I contacted my friend who is a chef and he told me to use the shell itself to scoop ‘em out. So I sloppily cracked open a few eggs and tried this method out for myself. I found that although it works much better than using a fork or a spoon or your fingers, it still requires a lot of patience and concentration. But you know, while I was doing this, I began thinking, is it not these little tragedies in life, these daily little speed bumps that keep us humble? I often wonder about people like, oh, I don’t know, people like Elton John or Tom Hanks or Billy Joel... I mean the list just goes on and on: Billy Crystal, Robert Downey Jr., Sting, Paul McCartney, Johnny Depp, Steven Tyler, Nicholas Cage, Al Pacino even. I don’t know what it is exactly that happens to these people but my guess is that it has a lot to do with the fact that at some point they have cultivated a life where they no longer have to do these little chores for themselves. No longer will you find them making their own eggs or doing their own laundry or paying their own bills. Is it because of this that their art suffers? Well, I don’t know, but it certainly can’t help. At least they still have to wipe their own asses. I think. NEXT!