I need tinted windows so that I can eat in my car when I’m sick of seeing my coworkers. If possible, I park in the first spot of diagonal spaces so that the driver’s seat is next to a wall, where it’s harder for people to see me. But somehow, one of my coworkers will end up walking behind my car, or to the right of it, and my eyes will find theirs’, and they’ll know I’m eating lunch in my car.
Sometimes, I’ll be driving and suddenly I’ll feel like I’m being watched, so I’ll glance as subtly to the left as I can, and oh, there’s a man staring at me. Continue reading “Why I Need Tinted Windows | Jourden V. Sander”