It never ceases to surprise me.
Give people an inch, they want a mile and a half. If the shoe was on the other foot, they would be charter members of the
“what have you done for me lately?” club.
In the meantime, I am here treading water getting a cramp from it and these folks would be the last people to throw
someone else a line.
In the meanwhile, the noise factor of the drone bees goes buzzing along.
Pardon me while I jump down off the soap box and resume treading.