A Letter....

Dear Guy in The White Truck,

I just wanted to send you note to let you know that I am okay. Yes, I am the girl that you stared at while waiting for the red light to turn with your mouth gaping so wide it looked like it might of been touching the ground. While it looked like I was having a seizure of some sorts with all that flailing of the arms and no-doubtingly flash of my undies, it was just a reaction to the wasp that was flying around in my car. Flying way too close to me with no where for me to run and hide. And no, I don't speak a foreign language even though it sounded that I did it was just me speaking to the wasp to get out of the car. I don't think it understood me though. Better study up on my Waspenese so I can be prepared if another incident like that happens again.

I am sure you have thought of me often since that day wondering if I was okay. Surely the tears that were freely flowing weren't because you were laughing so hard at me that you couldn't breathe, but rather of sincere concern for my health. Thank you for your concern. You'll be happy to know that the wasp was freed and there was no harm involved to either of us.

Sincerely,
The girl in the Subaru