The Eyes Have It

Folks who enter the building I work in usually do so while looking at one of four things:

1. Their feet

2. The Middle Distance (like Buddha, with gym shorts)

3. The ceiling

4. Directly at me every time. Every. Time.

Feet-lookers usually have earphones in and tend to bump into the non-sliding sliding doors, always good for a chuckle.

The Middle Distance gazers also tend to have earphones in but usually don't trip over people because they are too busy oozing super-cool and, incidentally, tripping over the carpets.

The ceiling fans tend to be wobbly, shy folks who are clearly practicing looking more confident by not staring at their feet but haven't yet mastered the Middle Distance Gaze, or the ability to walk around the info-pamphlet kiosk.

The guy who looks directly at me, every time, is clearly mentally categorizing my bones in order to ensure he doesn't lose any of them when it comes time to bury the body.