So, driving back from dropping off the younger boy at a friend’s, and I chance to see a little story in action. A very small, very pretty, very agitated young woman stalking jerkily back and forth next to her parked car, hands and arms flinging out and snapping back. In front of her, a very tall young man with a very stupid look on his face, as if somebody had just dropped an anvil on his head, is following her with his eyes, but otherwise not moving at all. I almost stopped to plead his case with her, sight unseen, but luckily thought better of it. More harm than good, most likely, but I know that look (at least by feel – usually there’s no mirror when I find myself wearing it).