He had a big bushy moustache. I figured that if I asked a guy with a moustache like that what he was doing, he'd just answer that he was throwing eggs off a bridge. I decided to skip that question.
"Why?" I asked.
Those eggs were organic jumbo AA eggs. They must have been expensive, bought by the dozen.
"I don't know," he said, "but I'm going to keep going until I figure out why I'm doing it."
I watched him throw another one down. It was a clear, sunny day, so I could see the egg fall most of the way, but I couldn't tell if it splashed or cracked or both when it finally hit water.
"I'm delving my subconscious. The more I find out about my own motivations, the better my life is."
"Is that why you have such a bushy moustache?" I asked him, but before he could answer a bridge security guard approached and asked us to leave.
In retrospect, that was a rude question, so it's probably for the best.