So, as we drove up to the intercom where you order, what happens? A bug . . . a bug that looked roughly like this
BIG small exaggeration)
More like this
(Yes, it was a June bug)
flew through one of the open windows and hit the winsheild with a nasty crunch. It then proceeded to flop around my dashboard making that horrible bzzzing sound crunchy flying bugs make and each time it would crash into something it would crunch making my ears ring and my adrenaline rush. I prayed he wouldn't **bzzz crunch** onto me or Buzzy or even worse into one of our mouths or up one of our noses.
This continued on as I spewed out an order and drove to the pickup window. He then unceremoniously *bzz crunched* right into Buzzy's diaper bag where I had my money stored in my wallet. Eeew! I freaked, jumped outta my car with cars lining up behind me, rushed around to the passenger side with every intention of dumping the diaper bag completely empty into the drive-thru. But as I peered into the diaper bag, there seemed to be no movement and no *Bzzz Crunch*
With the tips of my thumb and index finger I pulled my wallet out of the diaper bag and rushed back around to the driver side of the car where I proceeded to stand, pay and receive my food, only THEN get back into my car.
I decided since there seemed to be no more
About 15 minutes later when we arrived at my mom's, after a surprisingly non-panicked drive, I called my mom on my cellphone so she could come out and help me with Buzzy, my