I'm taking a stroll down the side walk, enjoying the sunshine when I hear that familiar sound of tiny wings buzzing by. I stop dead in my tracks, giving the bee the right-of-way all the while I'm waiving my arms around and my eyes are shut so tight they start to tear up; only then do i realize how absolutely retarded I must look to the public. I stop and walk completely around the area for fear that they'll get caught in my hair, which actually happened twice today.
I now know how embarrassing it must be to be seen with me. My apologies go out to anyone who's ever spent time with me outdoors.