At least I got to see Kraftwerk from the 5th fucking row this weekend.
Weird thing that happened in a thrift yesterday: Found a sweet Paul Stuart tweed overcoat. Pulled it off the rack for a closer look, and a live yellow jacket crawled out from inside onto the lapel.
Got so startled I tossed it back on the rack and booked it out of there, didn't look back.
you were right to scram.
one time i was on a hike in my local hills and i saw an old-timer doing some restoration work on a hillside. i asked him what he did to keep ticks off him as he worked in the brush. he said he didn't worry about that: "ticks aren't the most dangerous thing out there" he said. so what is? i asked, half-afraid of what he might say next. "yellowjackets."