Hair-raising
via magicmolly, who I just adore:
Some people won’t sit with their back to the door in a restaurant or café. They’ll maneuver like mob dons to sit facing the entrance, so that they can examine every element that enters. This makes sense for those who live dangerously.
Sometimes when I sit with my back to the door, which is often, I enjoy the feeling that my head is going to be unexpectedly cut off or sprayed with bullets by a madman. Why would I want to see that coming?
