That Fucking Wasp
“Son of a bitch!” I heard Joann exclaim, “a fucking wasp just stung my Goddamn arm!” I had been working with the quiet little woman for over three months, but had never heard her use any curse words, other than an occasional ‘damn’. I dropped the hand held scanner onto a pallet of electronic equipment, walked to her side, and asked her if she needed to take a break. “I’ll need to sit down for a few minutes, just to see if there’s any reaction, with all the meds I take. Damn, that hurts.” I remembered her telling me about her heart surgeries, but I’d never seen any evidence that her ability to work was compromised. As she sat, I took a copper penny from my pocket. “I heard that taping a penny onto the …