The Quiet Contemplator is not only smart (outside of the whole licking the bird shit covered van thing) be she is also intense. Mother. Fucking. Intense. Especially when she has chosen you as the random victim of one of her infamous stare downs.
The other day we got into an elevator with a nice older gentlemen. The Quiet Contemplator proceeded to stare at him with great intensity.
Noticing her stare of death gaze, the man tried to talk to her.
She continued to stare at him in complete silence.
So he tried again.
Again, crickets.
He then decided his best course of action would be to look away and whistle.
So she broke out the laser beams and started to stare directly into his soul. This completely freaked him out.
After mere seconds under her Jedi spell, the man started to get twitchy and sweat beaded up on his forehead.
Thankfully, the elevator eventually came to his floor and released him from the grips of Sybil The Quiet Contemplator.
Once he had fled from her creepy clutches, The Quiet Contemplator turned to me and said...
Well, he may not have been before that fateful elevator ride, but he sure as hell is now.
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