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Nov. 16th, 2004 03:33 pmPrompted by the rapily-increasing price of petrol, plus the shortage of carparks here at work, I decided to start walking to work. Itll be good for my wallet and my skinny legs, and I liked the idea of doing something for the environment.
So this morning off I trotted, enjoying the warm breeze wafting off the motorway, the gentle sound of trucks flying by, the soft grass and crunchy broken glass underfoot. But I didnt mind, because I was doing my part for the environment.
Until some fucking evil black waspy thing landed on my arm, bit me or stung me, and flew away! Is that the thanks I get? or was it perhaps punishing me for all the times I've driven past, safe behind impervious steel and glass? Whatever it was, it still hurts and theres a big lump and a red splotch on my arm.
I'm driving tomorrow, and I hope that evil flying thing gets sucked into my engine and chewed up.
So this morning off I trotted, enjoying the warm breeze wafting off the motorway, the gentle sound of trucks flying by, the soft grass and crunchy broken glass underfoot. But I didnt mind, because I was doing my part for the environment.
Until some fucking evil black waspy thing landed on my arm, bit me or stung me, and flew away! Is that the thanks I get? or was it perhaps punishing me for all the times I've driven past, safe behind impervious steel and glass? Whatever it was, it still hurts and theres a big lump and a red splotch on my arm.
I'm driving tomorrow, and I hope that evil flying thing gets sucked into my engine and chewed up.
