Two Scenarios Make for an Unfortunate Meeting:
Scenario 1. I have allergies. Back in the Fall, I thought I had pink eye (and all sorts of other things, stemming from two whole other scenarios, such as my son going to preschool and me being a hypochondriac). I didn't, turns out, after using up two bottles of eye drops which I am apparently allergic to. But anywho, I've been walking around looking like I have pink eye ever since - sometimes it's not so bad, sometimes (because it's allergy related) I look like I should be hospitalized.
Scenario 2. I'm taking a class at a local college, mostly for fun, but my professor seems to think I am an idiot. He's always making eye contact with me, which I'm used to from any speaker since I'm a
suck-up good listener, but this is different. It's like he's making sure I've got it. Then he always comes over and touches my shoulder until I look up at him, then he reexplains everything, nodding and giving me "question eyes." And it's not one of those creepy-old-guy-wants-to-touch-me-because-I'm-oh-so-hot deals at all. It's just like he thinks I'm stupid.
Last week, it hits me. Like a cartoon piano from a brownstone, it hits me. He thinks I'm high.