Don’t Let the Wasp Win

I pulled to the drive-thru speaker-box to get my mother lunch, a cheeseburger, tater tots, and a sweet tea when a wasp zipped inside my car. I yelled, “Get out! Oh my gosh, I’m going to die.” A voice from the speaker called, “Sorry, I can’t understand you.” “Just a second. I have a wasp.” “What? You want catsup?” “It’s a wasp. I have to park. I need to get rid of ...” “Rid of who? Are you…