customer: "bee."
me: "i'm sorry, what?"
customer: "there's a bee."
me: angling to see his perspective out the window. "a bee? outside?"
customer: "no." offers no additionally helpful information.
me: finally see the bee crawling inside the window. "oh! a bee."
customer: stares at me expectantly.
me: thinking, "well give me a second while i go get my bee mask."

<awkward pause>

me: "umm. ok. i'll get a napkin."
random person in line: "oh, don't kill the bee. he's not hurtin anybody."

<pregnant pause>

me: shrug shoulders in direction of customer and decide to go with random person's suggestion, as would clearly prefer to avoid potential bee sting situation.

2 minutes later...

me: walk by customer's table to restock condiment bar.
customer: "if somebody in here's allergic to bees, you're gonna see some real action."
me: did he actually just say, "real action?" trying very hard to supress snickers until out of customer's sight.