Facing Your Fears
All right, so it's kind of stupid. And it doesn't make much sense (big surprise there). But for me, it's bees. Well, anything that stings; I don't really make the distinction. I remember in high school I was in my Spanish class, out in a trailer, and there was some thing flying around. I think I watched it the whole period; didn't learn a thing that day. What can I say, bees freak me out for some reason, even though I've never been stung. Heaven forbid I do get stung one day.
But I guess in life you have to face the things that freak you out. Today for example, Harvey insisted there was no way he could make it home from physical therapy without gas, and that I just had to skip the interstate and get him some. The first station with relatively cheap gas had a line, so I'm sending frantic subliminal mesages: "Hang on Harvey, I'm working on it buddy!" So I made it to another, pulled in, turned off the engine- and then it happened. A monstrous yellow and black striped creature lit on the little console that you shove your card in. I was trapped. Trapped by a thirsty car on a hot day and a big stinging something.
Well, what choice did I have? I took a deep breath and shoved my card into the reader. Big ol' whatever didn't move. I took the nozzle off and pushed the button for "cheapo". Big 'un stayed put. I put $5.51 in and hung up the nozzle, got my receipt to file on Harvey's floor with the others- creature still didn't move. Good thing, too. It must be true that animals can sense who was boss, cause I definitely would have kicked some big, striped butt!