A few hours into our return trip to Kansas from Denver, George must endure this ritual driver hazing.
First, I smile at him creepily for ten minutes (above). Next, I secretly videotape him until he realizes what I'm doing. Then, I make up a little reason to videotape both of us (in this case, head bobbing). Last, I take close-up pictures of his eye, ears, chin, whatever I can see from my side.
When he finally loses his temper over my poking and generally annoying behavior, I take a nap.