Amusing Quick Antidote ...

So one thing I forgot to mention in my previous blog is the story behind Moron #1 at local gas station.

Saturday I decided to be proactive and actually fill my propane tank up with gas BEFORE the meats on the barbie and we run out (which is typically my M.O.). So off I go. There are three gas stations less than a quarter mile from my house. All with propane.

First two stations - can't fill propane until after noon. Huh? Is there some law in Lynnwood? Neither offered an explanation, so I went off searching.

Station 3 - Out of Propane. Huh?

Finally at Station 4 we get propane. Unfortunately Moron #1 offers to fill it. I guess you need some special license or something. He didn't say.

This story isn't about the propane as much as it is about bees. We all know that I HATE BEES. One sad bee found its way into my truck whilst Moron #1 (We'll get to why he's a moron in a bit) was filling my propane. I hopped into the truck, saw the bee, and made a beeline (pun intended) out of the truck. Moron #1 asked what was up. I explained the bee and my hatred for them.

Moron #1 got into the truck - GRABBED THE BEE WITH HIS BARE HAND and threw it out of the truck. His response, and I quote, "Sum' bitch. That there bee bit me."

Aside from the obvious that bees sting and don't bite....Thus you see why I've named him Moron #1. Luckily my filter for random outbusts was on and I thought instead of said,"Well no shit Moron, you grabbed it with your hand. What did you expect the bee to do?"

Instead I responded with, "Thank god he bit you instead of me."

Dumbass!