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this is the face I made when the Uber driver missed the turn. not a wrong turn. the CORRECT turn. the one I said out loud. the one the GPS said out loud. we both said it. he drove past it. and I made this face. my father's face. the face that doesn't need words because the disappointment is doing the talking. spatula.
I'm in a sweatshirt that says "Don't Make Me Angry Or I'll Start Acting Like My Father" and I have been making this face since 7am.
the coffee shop got my order wrong. I made the face. the mailman put the package on the wrong step. I made the face. my roommate left the light on in the bathroom. I made the face.
it's not anger. it's worse. it's quiet disapproval. it's the look my father gives when someone does something he would never do and he wants you to know he noticed but he won't say it. he'll just LOOK. and the look is louder than any sentence.
I didn't choose this face. I woke up with it. some days you wake up as yourself. some days you wake up as your father. today I am my father and everyone in a four mile radius can feel it.
what activates your dad face because mine was a missed turn and I scared myself
























































