I knew this girl in junior high that was cross eyed. She was really nice and it only ever bothered me when I wasn't sure who she was looking at or talking to. It made me uncomfortable and then I realized that she realized I was uncomfortable and I felt like a bitch for letting her know that I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't help it though, I wasn't used to looking at someone and having no clue where they were looking.
Ah, hilarious anecdotes. I have one to share as well and it goes something like this: When I was in school I bumped into a cross-eyed teacher and he was a bit mad at me and told me to look where I walk. So I told him to walk where he looks.