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BEE! in my EYE!
I was ordering some crap at the Taco Bell drive through today when a bee flew into my eye. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but I was wearing sunglasses. Somehow it maneuvered in to the space between my eyeball and sunglasses, then got trapped, and started doing this panicked, high-speed pachinko imitation –glasses, eye, glasses, eye, glasses, eye.
OK, so I don’t KNOW that it was a bee. It might have been a wasp, or a giant vengeful ladybug, or something else, but at the time, in my head, it was a BEE! And it was trapped in a very tiny place with my EYE.
So my order went something like, “No thanks. I don’t want the nacho-double-grilled-steak-fajita-spicy-combo meal. Just give me a OH SHIT! I’VE GOT A…AHHHHH! (* sounds of sunglasses being thrown violently against the windshield*) AHHHHHHHH! SHITTING FUCK!"
Long pause as I look for my sunglasses and my dignity.
Um, ya. Make that a taco supreme please.
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