Funny story time....
While a kid in high school eons ago, we kept BR chickens. Lots of them. I sed my t shirt, pockets, whatever to collect the eggs. Sometimes I just piled them on my arms and dealt with it.
Then.....
I got a calf for FFA. Nice little heifer. We built a stall in the chicken yard and she used the extra shed for shelter. She grew. And grew. Pretty soon she was several hundred pounds and getting "frisky" as heifers will do when they get to a certain age. We moved her out of the chicken yard, but she still wanted all the attention she previously received. One day, she was feeling particularly amorous. While I was in the main coop collecting eggs, etc, not using an egg basket, she somehow got into the chicken yard. I came out of the coop with my arms full of eggs, and closed the door behind me with my foot. I turned around just in time to gete her knees in my chest as she licked my face, pinning me up against the coop door and smashing all the eggs I had in my arms.
By the time it was all done, there were no eggs unbroken that day.
The heifer went to auction 2 weeks later.
Now, I always use either a basket of a bucket to hold eggs. Even if I don't have love-struck livestock around....