I spy with my little eye.

My friend was in a cab when he passed me waiting to cross the junction to my block. This, he told me the next day, to my immediate outburst of anxiety and embarrassment. He didn't see what was so embarrassing about waiting to cross the road. Well, yes...

I guess this comes from not being on my "best behaviour" all the time. Laugh. I just can't bear the thought of being observed (and to my neurotic mind, very possibly scrutinised as well) without MY knowing. It creeps me out, sometimes.

So today, while waiting to pay at the pet shop, it unnerved me when I realised something in the narrow passageway was just standing there and looking in my direction. Quick look: OK...one of those open and guileless faces, pleasant looks, round rosy cheeks, but...erm...on the festively plump side. Uh...he's smiling right at me. Uhhh...pretended I didn't see and looked away. When I was done with the cashier, he asked her about getting a playpen for his dwarf hamster. Eeee..a furry rodent for a pet??? IMHO, the hamster ranks, like, dowwwn therrre, with fishes and birds, as pets. Wuss. Heh.

After leaving the shop, my sister and I ended up just behind the watcher and his friend, going up the escalator. He tried to look back casually, and then when they reached the top, they went down the other side, on the adjoining belt. Duh...continue to pretend not to notice. Heh.