Pasta and Bees

Today for lunch I was going to get a burger from the barbecue they have on campus some times, but then I saw they had paste and shrimp. I of course remembered that you have told me how it was one of your favorite foods so I obviously had to try it. Because we are the same person and what you like I like.

But to be honest, I was not particular fond of the meal. It might have been that this once was just not that good. It was plain and the pasta had no sauce, and the shrimp had no sauce but it made me think about you so I was happy. But there was some one who liked it. Bees. I sat down on a small circular table and in less that two minutes a bee was flying around my food.

First I tried to shoo it away with my hands. But since it didn't go I tried using my fork to scare it, but it was too brave. So I had to run away. I moved to another table, this one was shaped rectangularily but thats not important. But as soon as I sat down the bee was back. This time he brought two friends with him. How rude to bring guests to something he wasnt invited too. I moved again. This time since there were no more tables available to the ground by a tree. But the bee would not persist, he must have been an amazing detective to be able to follow me. Or it could of been because each time I moved, I was too lazy to walk farther than a few feet. So this time I moved quite a bit more than my previous attempts and no bees followed me. Although I did spy it flying around trying to look for me. I showed him that Im smarter than a bee.

Good thing your schedule worked out. Im glad I was able to help you. I love you and cant wait for to come back.