jet city
late last summer I was up in hayward with Jessica and her family. the first night we were there, jessica and i went down to the beach area and sat on the swings on the playground. when we were down there, i noticed a family of four, husband and wife with two sons, one being handicapped in a wheel chair. they were going to take the canoes out, and what better time than sunset. something unexpected happened though, and it left me helpless. you see, the father and son, the son being preteen and slightly geeky-looking and the father mid-30's with a high possibility of being a former high school football linebacker, they flipped that canoe over and something went wrong. of course i wasn't paying much attention to them at the time, obviously, but that son started acting real goofy. he pulled up his shorts and started dancing around. maybe they both were handicapped? then the father darted over to him while the mother knew what was going on and told him to quit acting like that because people will see. that part upset me almost as much as i felt helpless. so the boy takes off running like urcle, you know, back from that show family matters(got any cheese?), and the father starts swatting his head and neck while the mother franticly says there’s one on the handicapped son who she's struggling to hold in her arms. what to do? i told jessica we should move away, though i didn't say why, as she had no idea, but we calmly moved away and i made sure not to stare at the poor family. why? i had been stung on the way up there to hayward, while doing 75mph no doubt(of course i had to, as calmly as possible, slam on the brakes, as the bastard would not pull his stinger out of me! all this only to try and smash him to death with a drumstick in the emergency lane next to a guardrail. he remains mia somewhere in that buick.). not to mention a REPEAT of the incident almost happened again when we neared hayward, but with quick thinking, a book, a steady hand on the wheel, and jet city woman, that one bit the dust before it could get any closer to my boys. so i had been stung already, almost been stung, and frankly, all that was a lot for one day’s action. so we moved away from her family and i didn't stare, and i kept conversation with jessica while thinking, 'what can i do? what could i possibly do?' as silly as it may sound, the mother didn't want people to notice and i was acknowledging that foolish request. this didn't take very long at all, the bee attack, and the family eventually moved away from the nest of bees that had taken refuge in the upside down canoe, but it bothered me, and obviously slow as i remembered this on the morning of april 2nd, over half a year later, and it made me think, if this should happen again, or if i could redo what happened there, what would i have done, or could i have done? the answer is, i would have tried to help them. i would have told them to move away from the water and distance themselves from the hive. meanwhile i would have singled them out and attempted to wipe the bees off of them with the shirt off my back. it might not be the best thing to do, but it's what i would do. and i know as easy as it is to say you will do something, it is not as easy to follow through, but i will. hell, i didn't know what to do because i didn't quite figure it out until the son had run off and the dad started swatting his wife's hair, but now i'll know, BEES. well, anyways, that's my little story that popped into my head. yeah, i think i could take those bees on if they're attacking people, but maybe that's just plain foolish, but maybe it's not.