Upon entering a room, I always look for an exit. I form an escape plan for various scenarios, all of which are unlikely (largely to do with an alien or monstrous invasion).
I also engage in the "Invisible Tennis Match" is public places, do the "Fly Hands" when thinking, and frequently cut out eye-holes in my newspapers. Needless to say, I worry people. All I need is a tan, and I'll be asked to leave aircraft. Thank the non-specific deity for my reclusive lifestyle.
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