George Michael had this strange feeling that he was being watched. It followed him from the hotel all way to the banana stand. It was strange. This feeling.
If he had known he had a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe and trailing behind him some four feet, he might not have this feeling of eyes on him.
As it was, he got to the stand and began to look around very very carefully.
[ooc: Am sick, blah, pings will be slow.]