My stylist? Why, it's Mr. Three! Why do you ask?

We live on a quiet street. It's one-way and it's only one block long. Consequently, when a car goes by, we look up and usually wave or smile.

I was out weeding and playing with Mr. Three today when a white sedan drove by. I looked up with the usual smile and got in response a puzzled, almost hostile expression. "What-ever," I thought with a scowl, and yanked on some sweet woodruff that was snaking around the hydrangea.

Later, I caught my reflection in a front window.