mr. faces a girl with a skull drawing on her chest, i mean on her t-shirt, on the path by the toilets, and she stops dead in her tracks, and i assure her he's friendly, he just wants to say, hi, and she's smiling, frozen, like, oh shit, he's gonna eat my skull like an egg. so eventually i got him to give it up. he looks at me like, what the...why do they act that way? don't they see it's me? i don't get it, i'll never understand. then he tries again.