We went to Zippy’s yesterday for breakfast, mostly because I really, really wanted to go (I wanted pancakes! So sue me!) and I kept badgering Toby until he took me.

While there, some old guy sitting across the room from me kept glaring at me.

Did he think I was immature? (I was coloring on the baby’s menu when I first noticed him.) Did he think I was a bad mother? (Toby had taken the baby off somewhere because he was screaming his head off.) Was he disgusted by my attire? (Ratty old t-shirt and jeans… mmm…) Did he think I was yet another annoying tourist destroying the island? Was he racist? Do I eat funny or something?

…Was he staring at someone directly behind me? (Although there was a big partition behind me…) Did he have a lazy eye that made it only LOOK like he was glaring at me when in fact he was glaring at the person sitting across from him?

It made me self-conscious. Old guys are scary….