Where the Heck is Christopher?

Yesterday, I was riding in the car and a squirrel ran across the road in front of us.  I don’t know how he managed to swiftly avoid the tires.  I heard him scamper through the leaves, even through the road noise and closed glass windows.

The kindly (yet grumpy) fellow who works in the cube behind me walked to his chair a few minutes ago.  I clearly saw his reflection in the backs of my glasses as he walked by.