However, on the way there a complete moron decides he will FLING OPEN HIS DOOR and get out INTO TRAFFIC from his cab, despite being pulled over at the curb. I miss the door by a split second...the cyclist 5 feet behind me does not.
I pass the door and almost simultaneously hear a SMASH BANG CRASH! and turn to see a cyclist lying against a delivery truck, a parked taxi with its door flung open, and a rather bent looking bike lying under the truck...
I wait until the cyclist is up, moving, yelling, and exchanging insurance info. All seems to be ok.
So...where was I heading again? Oh, yes, Sugar Beach!
Seems great right? So serene...
And...what is that delightful caramel aroma in the air...?
Why, Redpath sugar is RIGHT HERE. This is great!
So I begin chilling out to the max, relaxin' all cool and shootin' some b-ball outside of the...wait...no...just the first part. But now it's time to return to work. I decide to avoid the dangers of taxis on Bay St, and head back on a new route.
Mmmm, that caramel smell is fantastic...Seems great right?
Naturally, it stings me...IN. THE. BOOB.
I reach into my shirt while biking trying desperately to remove the bee that is attacking my right tit. It's long gone...but I managed to rip out the poison gland that is pumping neurotoxin into my lady bits...
The pain sets in...I am...displeased.
I return to the office to find a wonderful red welt, that aches and stings with every pump of my heart...Fuck you bee. Fuck you.
Sugar Beach hates me...and I think the feeling may be mutual...
|Actual photo of me, post-bee sting.|