I was driving home yesterday morning from breakfast with a friend, had the top down naturally, tank top on, getting some sun. As I was getting on the road, I felt something - and saw it out of my peripheral vision - kinda fluttered across my chest and shoulders and out of the Jeep (or so I thought). I had parked near a tree, figured it was a dried up leaf blowing out of the Jeep now that I was getting up some speed on the road. I called The Man to coordinate dinner plans that evening to cook up some of that wonderful wahoo and tuna from the tourney.
So I'm on the phone with him for a couple of minutes when I suddenly begin to experience a sharp stinging sensation on my left tit. I look down - and there's a goddam wasp biting my effin tit! Holy shiznit, I zigzagged across three lanes of traffic to pull into a strip plaza (coincidentally, in front of the Adult Video Warehouse), screaming, threw the cell phone on the floor and ran up on a curb to screech to a halt and jump out of the Jeep digging down my shirt to forcefully remove the wasp that was now trying to bite my other tit.
I'm telling you, I never knew how dangerous it was to drive a Jeep. Everyone thinks "rollover"; now I think washer fluid to the eye, wasp to the tit.