Ichabod?

Driving by the Harvard soccer fields the other day, Jess hollered, "Look! There's deer in there! A deer!  No... maybe it's a cat.  Some kind of cat.  Okay, no! A FOX! There's a fox in there! Oh you know what? It's a statue.  It's a statue of a fox.  Nevermind."  I laughed and turned to catch a quick glimpse of it, and her final assessment was indeed correct: they have placed mannequin foxes on the empty fields to try to keep geese away.  It's basically ineffective, but hey, they're trying. 

In a potentially similar vein, the other day I was in Gap, looking at a flirty skirt that I'm in love with and would like to own, and I became aware of someone staring at me.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see a figure sitting, still, holding its gaze -- directed right at me!  I got a little creeped out and fled to the dressing room.  When I emerged, remembering that I wanted to ask about a scarf that I'm craving, I started to approach another person standing nearby.  I inhaled, opened my mouth, almost started in on "Excus--" whereupon I promptly realized they didn't have a head.  Feeling a little sheepish, I looked at my earlier lurker, still sitting as before.  Also headless.  Oops.

With that track record, I should probably never go to Old Navy, cause I might try to make out with one of their mannequins.