Larry was too stunned to react, but before long, he lost his energy to care for me anymore. That was because the middle-aged woman had taken the opportunity when Daisy got up to put her bag in the seat.
Instantly, Larry's face darkened. He grabbed the woman’s bag and slammed it hard onto the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t you hear what I just said? My friend is pregnant—can’t you just give up your seat? How can you be so rude?”
Seeing her bag thrown to the floor, the woman grew frantic. Her voice broke with tears.
“This bag holds free-range eggs that I brought from the countryside for my husband, to nourish him. If you threw it like that … the eggs must be all broken…."
She bent down clumsily and when she opened the bag, a pungent, fishy stench assaulted her nose.
Sure enough, the entire bag of eggs had shattered into a yellowish egg soup, which started to leak out of the bag toward the crowded area.
The people around them covered their mouths and stepped aside.
When Daisy saw the scene, she turned away and retched.
“If they 're broken , so be it. They weren't worth much anyway. As compensation, I'l give you some money and we'll buy this seat too.”