To get this place feeling more like home, I felt the need to re-post my wasp story.
This is all true because it just happend to me a few days ago. Enjoy!
Saturday, I was going through the drive thru at McDonalds with the windows down but the top on. Well, I was almost to the window where you hand them your money when a freakin' wasp the size of texas tries to take possession of my car. So, being the scared-shitless wonder I am, I quickly lean foward flailing my arms as I scan the depths of my cargo area. As I assess the situation, I realize that everyone behind me must be pissed because the car in front of me has finally moved. Afraid of touching the deadly mammoth with wings and a stinger, I lightly finesse the shifter, pedals and steering wheel to inch my way closer to the pay window.
As I arrive at the pay window leaning as close to the windsheild as possible, I carefully fumble around for my money trying to avoid upsetting the beast that could be lurking anywhere. I do NOT want to get stung by some little red prick who just waltzes into my car!!!
Anyway, I focus my attention back to the semi-cute girl behind the window and quickly throw her my money. I missed with one of the coins and one of the dimes bounces off the window and hits me in the forehead. As I scramble for another dime I realize she must think I'm on crack, but I decide I don't really care.
I find a dime in my little cup thingy behind the shifter (what the hell is that thing called anyway?) and carefully but quickly place the dime on the cold, metal window counter as to not lose it and the opportunity to escape my tormentor. I quickly speed to the food window testing my 3" exhaust and count down the seconds until I can hurl myself out of the car in preparation for my counter attack.
I get to the food window and notice two "officially cute" girls staring at me as I gaze at them with a ravenous stare of wanting........my food that is. One of the girls eventually hands me a sack and a drink and I proceed to leave rubber by their window.
To my dismay, every parking space was filled and I had to act fast for fear of gaining an unwanted piercing in my oh so delicate skin.
As I launch out of the parking lot, I notice a bank that appears to be closed with an empty parking lot so I set my sights on the target, hoping I can make it. Soon, I discover myself sliding into the parking lot, yanking up the ebrake, and releasing my seat belt all in one fluid motion. I leave the car on as I fall out of the car and begin to assess my position.
Suddenly, I spot all that is evil in my back window just waiting for me. So, I call his bluff and pop the hatch only to discover he is no longer on the glass. I am perplexed, but continue to the rear of the car and lift the hatch. In what must have been his last attempt at murder, the wasp springs from under my cargo cover and I pull a "matrix move" to avoid feeling the wrath of the deadly asshole.
Though shaken up, I calm myself down, shut the hatch and continue to my friends house to play some poker.
Has this ever happened to any of you?
Drake
This is all true because it just happend to me a few days ago. Enjoy!
Saturday, I was going through the drive thru at McDonalds with the windows down but the top on. Well, I was almost to the window where you hand them your money when a freakin' wasp the size of texas tries to take possession of my car. So, being the scared-shitless wonder I am, I quickly lean foward flailing my arms as I scan the depths of my cargo area. As I assess the situation, I realize that everyone behind me must be pissed because the car in front of me has finally moved. Afraid of touching the deadly mammoth with wings and a stinger, I lightly finesse the shifter, pedals and steering wheel to inch my way closer to the pay window.
As I arrive at the pay window leaning as close to the windsheild as possible, I carefully fumble around for my money trying to avoid upsetting the beast that could be lurking anywhere. I do NOT want to get stung by some little red prick who just waltzes into my car!!!
Anyway, I focus my attention back to the semi-cute girl behind the window and quickly throw her my money. I missed with one of the coins and one of the dimes bounces off the window and hits me in the forehead. As I scramble for another dime I realize she must think I'm on crack, but I decide I don't really care.
I find a dime in my little cup thingy behind the shifter (what the hell is that thing called anyway?) and carefully but quickly place the dime on the cold, metal window counter as to not lose it and the opportunity to escape my tormentor. I quickly speed to the food window testing my 3" exhaust and count down the seconds until I can hurl myself out of the car in preparation for my counter attack.
I get to the food window and notice two "officially cute" girls staring at me as I gaze at them with a ravenous stare of wanting........my food that is. One of the girls eventually hands me a sack and a drink and I proceed to leave rubber by their window.
To my dismay, every parking space was filled and I had to act fast for fear of gaining an unwanted piercing in my oh so delicate skin.
As I launch out of the parking lot, I notice a bank that appears to be closed with an empty parking lot so I set my sights on the target, hoping I can make it. Soon, I discover myself sliding into the parking lot, yanking up the ebrake, and releasing my seat belt all in one fluid motion. I leave the car on as I fall out of the car and begin to assess my position.
Suddenly, I spot all that is evil in my back window just waiting for me. So, I call his bluff and pop the hatch only to discover he is no longer on the glass. I am perplexed, but continue to the rear of the car and lift the hatch. In what must have been his last attempt at murder, the wasp springs from under my cargo cover and I pull a "matrix move" to avoid feeling the wrath of the deadly asshole.
Though shaken up, I calm myself down, shut the hatch and continue to my friends house to play some poker.
Has this ever happened to any of you?
Drake
LMFAO....I needed a good laugh.
