Bug! Bug! Where’s The Bug? (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 15 2020	Views/Reads: 996/672	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One thing I have learned in life is to be careful what you allow to bug you.

As far back as I can remember, every time I would leave the house, the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage would say, "Be careful. Drive 
safely." 

It's as though she doesn't think I could drive carefully without giving
me some instructions. I think it has become just a routine for her. 

There are reasons behind all of that. I've been involved in quite a few
accidents, although not serious. An accident can create a whole lot of 
trouble, especially with the insurance company. There have also been 
times I have run out of gas. 

When I have an accident, I have to call the insurance company. 

When I run out of gas, I have to call the Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage. 

One of those calls, and I will not say which one, I do not want to make.


Although I've not had many accidents, they still are accidents. Although
most of them were not my fault, I still got blamed. 

"Well," my wife explained to me, "you were the one behind the wheel, so
it has to be your responsibility. You should know how to control your 
car." 

She does have a point. I should know how to control my car, but there
are times, and it's hard to explain, when the control is completely out 
of hand. This is something the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage 
cannot understand. 

She has a marvelous and wonderful way of controlling everything in front
of her. Even me. If she can't control it or fix it then there is 
absolutely no hope. 

We've been married longer than the number of fingers on my hand and toes
on my feet and during that time she has never had an accident. At 
least, I don't know of any accident that she might've had. 

Every year when it comes time to renew our insurance, she reminds me,
"Don't forget to renew our insurance because you just might need it 
this coming year." 

I suppose she's right more times and wrong. That's the frustrating
thing. If I were right every time she was wrong, I would never be 
right. 

Giving this some thought over the years, I have just accepted the fact
that I'm the one in the house that has the accidents, which is why we 
need to have car insurance. 

That was until recently. 

I love it when the tables are turned, and last week the tables were
wonderfully turned in her direction. 

Nobody saw this coming, but that in itself makes it rather enjoyable. 

My wife had various places to go last Thursday, which is a normal thing
for her. She's always busy, particularly visiting thrift stores. 

One thing about my wife is that she does not like insects. I, on the
other side of the marital aisle, are fascinated with insects of all 
kinds. It is very hard for me to kill a fly even when it's bugging me. 

I love critters of all denominations. 

As she was driving, she felt something on her leg. She simply shook it
off and kept driving. She is always a very well focused person, and she 
was entirely focused on getting to her next destination. All the while, 
something seemed to be crawling up her leg. 

While driving, she couldn't see what was crawling up her leg, so she
shook her leg. 


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