There was a crowd of bees flying around one day. These bees were most
peculiar. They were powered by gasoline, rather than the allergenic
goodies that bees usually eat. As the crowd flew along, periodically a
bee or two would start to sputter; it would fly down to a gas station,
drink up the gas spilled in fueling a car, and then fly up and rejoin
the crowd.

One bee began to sputter a little, but flew right by an open gas
station. As he passed the second station, he coughing badly, but still
he flew on. Finally, as he was on his last fumes, he dove down to a
station and gassed up.

When he rejoined the crowd, his neighbor challenged him:

"Look, you passed right by an open station when you started to
get low. You passed another station when you were perilously low.
And finally, you ran out of gas just in time to glide into that
last station. Are you crazy?"

He replied, "Well, it's like this. The first station was a Gulf
station. I really don't lik