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 okay?”
“No, I’m…