I had this great photo to share. It was the underside of a honeybee, who was standing on my car's windshield. I thought I had taken a photo of him with the camera-phone-thingy, but when I went back to check, I couldn't find it. :?
So kindly imagine a through the windscreen photo of a honeybee with a bright cloudless sky behind him about ~here~. Thank you.
The title? I put gas in the car this morning* and thought how it sounded like I was placing some kind of a bet. Did I ever mention that I have an uncle who loved the ponies when I was a kid? (How sad is it that I typed "phonies" in place of "ponies" and had to fix it. It really has been that sort of week.)
& From the Life in the Burbs files there's this...
I was walking out of the big deal grocery store behind an older/elderly lady. She had stuff in both hands and was toddling along at a good pace. The armored car guy (who looked about 15) was crossing in front of her, coming from the video game store, I think. (There or the auto supply.) He sees all four foot ten of her and unsnaps his holster.
Then his gaze shifts to me. Slightly taller, slightly younger, slightly less gray hair, I've got my handbag and a reusable shopping bag on my left arm, left hand holding my cell phone. Right hand has my keys and a plastic bag with my lunch. (Fake Chinese from the "Chinese Deli".) (Don't judge me.) I spread my fingers to show him the phone and keys while trying not to laugh at his very serious little face.
He nods curtly at me and wanders off toward his illegally parked armored car.
There really is no explaining just how weird it is out here unless you live here. Even then, you'll occasionally wonder if you've really seen what you just saw.
* Someone remind me to tell y'all about the scam the local Chevron station is running and why we don't go there anymore.