Cockeye
I’m not sure who came up with this game, but my friends and I would spend hours “playing” it. The premise is that when you’re driving around town at night (which we did quite a bit of) and you see a car with a headlight out, you would declare, “Cock eye!” and tap the top of the car with your hand.
I was almost always the driver, which helps and hurts. I have to watch for more than just burned out headlights, but I also have the mirrors to help me watch behind me. I was able to use the mirrors to my advantage quite a bit while doing this.
There are two alternate rules, and we always used both of them.
The first was that if a headlight was dim, but not out, you could yell out, “Cock eye, dimmer!” and it would count.
The second was that if someone got the cock eye first, then everyone else in the car had to give that person a cigarette. Since we all smoked, it worked out well for me since I always seemed to catch more of them than my passengers. However, J.J. and Beth seemed to be pretty good at it, and they got their fair share of smokes out of everyone else. Vince was always on the poor side, and could barely afford smokes. We’d usually let him slide on handing out cigarettes because we liked him so much.
There was an alternate rule that I tried out when it was just Beth and me in the car, but it didn’t go over. I tried to convince her that each cock eye that I got, she could kiss me for a minute instead of giving me a cigarette. I never did kiss her, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like because she had the nicest set of… ummm… lips. Yeah, lips.
