Bee in my bonnet

Or that's where it would have been if I wore a bonnet.

The said offender was buzzing around in my cab and annoying my driver and I for several blocks before the driver got the brillant idea of rolling up his newspaper and swatting at it - while he drove through the crazy Amman traffic.

I had horrible visions of it stinging him and us crashing somewhere - a thought that was short lived because he managed to make contact with the bee and smacked it directly back over the seat and into my HAIR.

I shrieked, hearing and feeling it buzzing in my hair - obviously stuck and in a foul state. I resisted reaching up to pull it out, knowing the first thing it'd do is sting me!

So instead I yelled, "Get it out, get it out, eeee!"

The driver turned around and realised what he had done and said, "Oh no madam! So sorry! Oh no!"

Thankfully we had just pulled up to a red light, so he turned his full attention to me. His best attempt at helping involved him swatting his newspaper at my hair while I tried to stay still enough for the bugger to get out.

It only briefly occurred to me how ridiculous this scene must look to the people in the cars beside us. I'm sure they would have thought my driver was assaulting me with his newspaper!

Finally the bee flew out, we rolled down a window and shooed it outside.

Then I turned and noticed we were indeed the object of much curiousity. One cab full of men were full-out laughing at us.

Once we got rolling again the driver and I had a pretty good laugh about it too.

I'm just glad I didn't get stung!