The Cockroach Starer

Hammy was on the train back yesterday when a thin elderly lady sat down next to me. First she poked me with the sharp corner of her bag while she slowly arranged the rest of her things on the floor. She finally settled down and moved her bag after I nudged her 'gently'.

Then the staring started. She turned her head slowly and stared and stared in my direction. I guess peripheral vision is not part of her anatomy, because she didn't seem to realize I could see her from the corner of my eye. When I turned to look at her, she quickly looked away. Then she would turn and stare again. Hammy adjusted my clothes and wondered if I was turning subconsciously turning into a Navi, but there were no blue spots on me.

Suddenly an insect flew from my head onto the floor. Ah! It looked like a small cockroach. So that's why she had been staring. Would it have killed someone to tell me I had a 6-legged creature rolling in my hair?

But the staring continued. It felt weird. Old ladies are not supposed to ogle at me. Give me Hugh Jackman instead.