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**.