So there we were, on our way to Dragon Con in Atlanta on Labor Day Weekend. Except there was some sort of traffic jam that took a 3 1/2 hour road trip and turned it into 7? 8 hours? I don't remember. At some point, it seemed like 3 days. Because we had absolutely no idea when it would end, or WHY THE TRUCK IN FRONT OF US WAS SWARMING WITH BEES! Seriously, BEES! Flying in the car!
So to make the best of a bad situation, I did what any rational person would do: play REM's "Everybody Hurts" at high volume. And then Stan got out the camera, and voila: comic gold (your mileage may vary).