Those Sticky Little Eggs

I sat next to a woman on the subway yesterday. I thought long and hard about whether I should sit. I inspected the orange seat and saw nothing suspect. I left a half seat between me and my fellow rider, I would never sit close enough to let the eggs potentially stuck to her clothing rub off on mine. Then, in one wide, arm spreading sweep, she put on her coat, nearly hitting me the face and brushing the arm of her coat all the way down mine. My eyes widened, I got all tense. I am beginning to feel like Jack Nicholson in "As Good As It Gets". If only my problems could be solved by washing my hands fifteen times. The incident did get me thinking about these phantom eggs that are potentially stuck to everything. How sticky are these eggs? How easily do they rub from one surface to another? More important are my fears of outerwear overblown? Why is a bed bug laying eggs in a coat? Are people sleeping in their outwear? Do they come home from a long day and lay on their unmade beds that are full of eggs? I decided the threat of the coat-arm-to-my-arm egg transfer was low, I threw caution to the wind and did not go home and put my coat in the dryer for an hour. No regrets.