Staring

So, I think I have the word “SATAN” painted across my forehead in blood again – because the ride in this morning has been laden with unabashedly bold staring people. Unlike what is customary in NY – direct eye contact is made.

And I did check for all the obvious things – like a stray booger, sleep in my eye, a makeup mark gone awry. But nothing…

Didn’t check for the big Satan sign though….

That must be it.

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