Dr. Elaine LaFlor taught quantum physics at NYU Tandon School of Engineering in downtown Brooklyn. On this particular morning, she was running late. However, she had just enough time to boil an egg, which usually was all that she had for lunch beside a green smoothie which she would buy in the school's cafeteria.
So, she walked over to her refrigerator and counted out seven eggs.
“Good that’s enough for the whole week.” Elaine thought to herself. She then set a pot to boil before adding the eggs one by one to the gently simmering water. The professor used a large wooden spoon to avoid scalding her fingertips. The eggs would be ready in eight minutes, so she set the timer on the stove and left the kitchen to pack her laptop briefcase with the lecture notes she had prepared for today.
Today’s lecture would be a continuation of last week’s class on Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle. As she closed the zipper to her briefcase, she heard a voice inside her head. It said to her “You are getting close.” It was loud and clear, and it startled the professor. She had never experienced anything like that before, but after a moment she shook her head and laughed it off. She thought to herself “Elaine, it’s time for a vacation.”
A few minutes later the timer went off in the kitchen. The professor moved swiftly. She would have just enough time to catch her bus if she hurried. Looking down into the pot Dr. LaFlor noticed only six eggs, and she thought to herself “That’s odd?”
She was sure that she had counted out seven eggs. One for each day of the week.
“I don’t have time for this now.” The professor said out loud. Her curious mind would not allow her not to investigate further. She had to know what happened to the seventh egg. The smartly dressed spectacled professor looked at her refrigerator and was convinced that she had miscounted.
She swung the refrigerator door open with enough force to cause a bottle of ketchup to fall from one of its shelves. Grabbing the egg carton and placing it on the marble countertop, she opened the lid. What she saw next forced a confused grimace on to her face. There was only one egg remaining in the carton. It was a purple pastel Easter egg. She picked it up with her right hand and stared at it with amusement.
The doctor turned back to the pot of boiled eggs on the stovetop. Now they were all pastel-colored Easter eggs. One red, one orange, one green, an aqua colored one, a blue one and the purple one, which Dr. LaFlor was now squeezing so tightly in the palm of her hand that it cracked.
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