Vignette

I had an odd interaction on my way to work. For those unaware, I leave quite early and drive straight there, so having any interaction is odd. That said:

I approach an intersection to turn left. A sedan is already there. I take the inner turn lane and happen to stop in their blind spot.

The driver turns, street lights illuminating her face, and makes eye contact. Eye contact that would be odd anywhere, much less car-to-car at dark o'clock.

After a long moment, I glance away. She goes on staring until we part ways.

MORAL: Stare at me on my commute and I may write about you on the Internet.