This morning, I got lost in my own head and rode past my stop. I had to cross the street and walk back a few blocks, kicking myself the whole way. Yes, that would look interesting, wouldn’t it?
What really looked interesting was me getting stung by a bee while waiting for the bus home. Somehow, the bee got up inside my pants and stung me on the back of my thigh. I jumped around flailing my arms and slapping my legs until I felt confident there was no bee left alive in my pants. I never did actually see the bee, but I’ve definitely got a sting wound, and it hurt like he**.
Bummer about the bee sting.
We don’t have mass transit here. Well, not reliable mass transit, anyway. When I’m in San Francisco, I actually like riding the MUNI. It’s interesting.
Holy Crap! That must have hurt like crazy! Damn bees…
LOL. So that was you doing that weird sort of dance!
Not really but I bet it looked funny. I bet it hurt! I haven’t been stung by a bee in a long, long time but I do remember how it hurts!