Penny gets a bee in her -- ahem -- bonnet

People had been ridiculing Penny's acting abilities for years. So Penny could not help but wish that each one of those self-styled acting critics -- especially Sheldon Cooper -- was right here to witness how she managed to keep a smile on her face while inwardly using every cuss word she could think of to mentally bawl out the woman who had just torn off her fig leaf without almost no warning whatsoever.

It was not easy, of course. Penny very much wanted to scream and shout and smack the woman in the face.

Plus her groin just ached from the pain caused by the leaf so violently being torn off of her skin. It was very hard to conceal pain like that.

Yet she needed this job.

If she lost it, she lost her apartment, she lost her car, she lost everything.

There was no way she could make it in LA on a waitress's salary. She had tried to do so while pursing her acting career but she only managed to sink deeper and deeper into debt.

And it wasn't like one of her co-workers at the Cheesecake Factory was likely to give her a cushy job as a sales rep or anything like that. That seemed about as likely as, say, Howard getting married or Sheldon getting a steady girlfriend.

To make things worse, the blonde woman kept looking up and down at Penny as if trying to find a design flaw. Ironically, the guy who hired her seemed quite satisfied with her appearance but the woman -- who was what? a girlfriend? a sister? a cousin? -- kept glancing at her and frowning.

Penny felt someone pat her on the ass -- and then realized that it was the woman.

She felt someone squeeze her breasts. That, of course, was the woman as well.

What the fuck did I ever do to her? thought Penny.

Then Penny heard a buzzing sound. At least that was not likely to be the woman.

Though what a fly was doing in a fancy room like this, Penny had no idea.

Then she saw something fly in front of her face -- and Penny realized that it wasn't a fly she had been hearing. It was a bee.

The bee landed on Penny's left breast and then crawled downward.

Shoo, bee, thought Penny. Don't bother me.

But the stupid insect refused to listen to Penny's mental commands and crawled down even lower upon her body. In fact, Penny could feel its little legs move right past her belly-button.

And then it went lower.

Please don't go where I think you're going to go, Mr. Bee, thought Penny.

She looked around with her eyes to see if anyone else in the room had noticed the bee but no one had. As far as they were concerned, the bee was Penny's problem.

At least it hasn't stung me yet, thought Penny with a sigh of relief.

Then Penny realized that she no longer had to worry about the bee crawling into her vagina.

It was already in there.