Social experiment

My friend Vonn and I went shopping last weekend.

After perusing the sale racks (because there's no victory in paying full retail) at the Gap, I found two sweaters I really liked.

Vonn loved the first one.

When I tried on the second one (an awesome black and yellow striped number), Vonn frowned and said Buy the other one.

I was thinking of buying them both, I replied. You don't like this one?

It's cute, she said, but I think you're just asking for trouble with it.

Trouble?

Yeah. You know where we work. You'll get bee comments and questions about the honey in your hive. Why open yourself up for that? 

Because I'm stubborn and because I loved the sweater and because I have more faith in my fellow man, I bought the sweater and wore it on Monday to prove her wrong.

Turns out we were both kind of right.

The day started out well. 

But, upon seeing me for the first time that day, Beau broke the ice with:

BUMBLEBEE!!

(sigh. dammit.)

After that, I heard these comments (in order) throughout the day:

You a killer bee today?


You look like a bumblebee today. I hope you're not mean like one. 


You look like a fun bumblebee!


Buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumblebee.


Sup, Queen Bee?

(On my way out the door, someone stopped me and asked for credit for NOT making a Blind Melon Bee Girl joke--credit given. Sort of.)

So Vonn was right. And so was I.

NOT ONE person inquired about the honey in my hive.

And I consider THAT a victory.

And I'll be wearing it again. Jokes or no jokes.