Today at lunch, I had tacos. As is typical of the tacos served by my cafeteria, they were very wet, and I got the oily taco nectar all over my hands. As I sat talking to my coworkers, a bee flew over and landed on my hands. It then wouldn't leave... it crawled all around my hands, between my fingers, on my palms, everywhere. Several people on my team are uncomfortable with insects, so we headed inside.
Albert: Whatever hand soap you're using, Travis, I suggest you find a new one.
Phil: It didn't come in a bear-shaped bottle, did it?