The girl who sits next to me at work. Her party trick is going cross-eyed and so performs this wonderfully unique act whenever the conversation or opportunity allows her to. Probably once a day. Then, with her face remaining static, she waits patiently for a gasp, perhaps an audible 'what the -, but how?' and finally an applause from me or any other member of her targeted audience. As a result, she always looks disappointed when I grant her that forever decreasing, near non-existent polite smile. I feel one day I may have a black out and come back round to a scene not to dissimilar from one in The Demolition Man