A Message for the Crazy Eyed Guy
Yesterday, I was driving home from work and I stopped at a traffic light, because that's what you do when they are red. Â Next to me, in a small Ford Fiesta (yes the same car that the American Idol's won), was a man with a a beard. Â I mention the beard because it was missing the the mustache. Â Yes, the driver of the Ford Fiesta was also sporting a Lincoln beard.
As I waited for the light to change, I noticed that "Lincoln Beard" was looking at me. Â I casually spun my head to the right and made eye contact. Â My eyes locked on him. Â I couldn't look away. Â One of his eyes appeared to be twisted to the side. Â I am not judging him. Â I was trying to figure out how this happened.
(It looked something like this)
I gave him a guy "nod". Â It's something we do when we are trying to acknowledge each others presence. Â He gave me a deeper stare. Â At this point, the light changed to green. Â As I looked back toward the road, I saw "Lincoln Beard" appear to give me the finger.
Once again, my guilt has gotten to me. Â Did I make him uncomfortable? I admit, his twisted eye caught me off guard. Â I was mostly curious as to how one could get a twisted eye. Â I regret even looking, but he started looking at me first.
I have two messages for "Lincoln Beard".
1) I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you shouldn't have given me the finger.
2) Buy a pair of sunglasses.