So, I'm at work...yes....I am fundraising....and I am fundraising in an economic recession borderline depression....how fun is my day?
Well, I have to go to the bathroom....so I wander down the hall to the old, dark fourth floor ladies room. I put down the safe layer of toilet paper on the seat and I sit down. Ahhhhhhhhh......
Suddenly, I see a wasp come flying down from the ceiling aimed right for me....he buzzes me
and I have NO idea where he has gone....but I must admit...I am totally exposed and therefore, very nervous. So I grab my shirt with my right hand to pull it up so I can see where the little bugger has gone...and alas, I find him. I had put my hand right on him. He had landed on my shirt. So, the little bugger stings my right hand and I yelp. Then I throw him down and step on him. Now my right hand (I just so happen to be right handed) is stinging like crazy and it is beginning to swell. I am done with my business....but my right hand is out of commission as far as wiping up...so I swear and try to do it with my left hand. Not fun!I finish up and decide to leave the dead carcass there on the floor as a warning to all his family...do NOT mess with me in the bathroom stall.
What a day!
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