Horrified

It's a beautiful sunny day here at Alamo Rent A Car as I prepare a 15 passenger van for a reservation the following day. The vibration from the pressure washer is almost numbing to my hands. My ears are filled with the soothing sounds of Jim Brickman as I wash the remaining soap suds off of the vehicle. The mist from the washer is cool to my skin and cancels out the heat from the sun. Suddenly, a new sensation appears on the back of my left hand. It's a very slight sensation like dust landing on a hair. I ignore the feeling at first, but then it happens again... and then again. Each slight twinge grows in annoyance until, finally, I twist my hand around only to be met with the purest of terrors. A spider. A spider was crawling across my hand! I burst forth with a manly howl! Most may have said a girlish scream but this is my tale so, I burst forth with a manly howl. I shake my hand with a great ferocity; so desperate to lose my unwanted visitor. After what seemed like an eternity, the spider finally lost its grip and falls to the ground. I proceed to take volcanic vengeance against the spider with an unmatched prejudice. I stomp as furiously as possible; slamming my boot down on its lifeless body time and time again. Its reign of terror was over. No longer will that arachnid be able to terrorize another innocent victim. With victory in my voice, I shout out, "What now!" Satisfied with my kill, I turn to return to my work. There stood my manager staring at me with a puzzled look. Whether that puzzled look was out of amusement or thinking I was mentally unstable, I do not know. I quickly motioned to the ground and simply stated, "spider." That was all that needed to be said. True story.