Oh lord. On my way back to the office from errands, I stopped to put gas in my car, and as I was doing so, a guy whose car was two rows from me was STARING at me. I accidentally made eye-contact a few times as I was scanning my surroundings as I normally do whilst pumping gas. He was whistling some tune and having to look over his shoulder awkwardly to see me, so it was kind of exaggerated. He looked like the bizarre love child of Michael Bublé and Andrew Scott (aka Jim Moriarty from Sherlock) which was interesting. His car was missing the passenger side-view mirror.

I don’t understand people who stare. I don’t stare at things. Learn to glance surreptitiously! It makes everyone less uncomfortable.

This is the kind of scenario you want to have with some Ryan Gosling or Nathan Fillion look-alike and then find out from some friend who trolls craigslist that there seems to be a Missed Connection post about your Jeep, red lips, navy blue polka dotted top, and hair blowing wildly in the pre-storm wind. I MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE A SEXY ANGEL. (not)