I was yakking away in my psychiatrist's office, trying to make the most of my fifteen minutes of fame. I noticed that she seemed to be looking at me rather strangely, so finally I asked, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm just listening," she responded.

I shrugged, and I went back to my yakking. But she still seemed to be staring at me.

So, I said, "You're looking at me sort of oddly. Am I saying or doing something that's not appropriate?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "I'm just trying to wear my contacts today, and I haven't worn them for a long time. I'll probably be looking at all my patients this way today!"