Used to work at the commissary, and they had a whole bunch of these brown bags no one used, because they always asked for plastic. One day, I cut teeth into one of them and drew eyes on the flap, and just sort of sat around, waiting for reactions. This one lady comes up to the cash register, and I guess she didn't see me. She started talking to the cashier Michael, and they make small talk. He mentions how his wife lives around here. Maybe I didn't have the bag on before she saw me, and so remembered me just sitting around drawing on the bench behind her. When he said that, her voice picked up and she turned, gestured towards me, and went "Oh! So, is she-? Uhh." She was face to face with the bag over my head. And Michael started laughing and went, "Yeah, she's a little silly."