I love The Look. Don’t know what I’m talking about? It’s the one where you know I saw what you did. I know you know I saw what you did.
Instead of hassling with a traffic stop (maybe traffic is too heavy…yeah, sure, I’m on a motor, remember? More likely, I’m headed to lunch and just don’t want to bother), I slow down as we pass one another.
I turn my head to gaze in your direction. So what if I’m wearing shades, you know I’m staring into the back of your head. We make eye contact and I send my heartless stare deep into your very soul. You quickly acknowledge your obvious dereliction of driving, bow your head in obeisance, raise your hand in deference and humbly, albeit non-verbally, admit you suck at operating a motor vehicle.
I solemnly shake my head in disappointment, but benevolently allow you to proceed about your day.
(I’m a Dad and a Motor. Man, my Kids are screwed.)