what do you call it when "we can't help but look"?

You know, like when you're passing the scene of an accident. Or almost like wanting to peel a scab before the wound is healed. I dunno. But I think there is definitely some specific word for this.

I had to go to the new Walmart.....

on Halloween.....

Just 4 days after The Grand Opening...........

I was looking for some added hair coloring to the devil I do. I knew they would have something......and more. Ananda knows how I feel about Walmart. And Durango, Colorado was almost like New York City in relation to this one. Different ethnic groups play a big part. I won't go into detail about what I saw. Only this one person in the checkout line. A guy about my age. Shaved head. Slowly taking items out and putting them on the "belt". The reason his head was shaved was because he had apparently had some major trauma to his skull or maybe brain surgery. I did not ask. I wanted to. The scars were very long. The type that look like stitches. 1 long line with many short lines dissecting it. And there were a few of these. I wanted to take a photo. I wanted to ask him about it. I wanted to be polite. I could not take my eyes off of him. I could not look away. Here it was, Halloween, and people were spending big bucks(well, not big bucks, this was Walmart's) to try to look like this. I paid for my eyeliner and black hairspray and went straight to the nearest, not yet tried, sub sandwich eatery and watched some tongue-in-cheek zombie movie while I downed my Philly cheese-steak sandwich, fries and fruit punch. Burp.
Fall has almost fell. I have been raking for days. There is still some amazing colorizing going on, but many leafless trees, and there is now long range visibility from our house that did not exist this summer. The privacy of this room no longer exists. Turn on the light at night, and I am like a lighthouse up here.
We had the most amazingly delicious breakfast on Saturday after market. We drove around the 'hood looking for this place Lauren remembered. We found it. In the middle of 2 blocks of out in the open-in your face-whatever you want-drug dealing. UNBELIEVABLE. I might as well have been back at Walmart's. I did not ask, but I think I could have bought crack AND the kitchen sink. I had to stare, though this could have been a bit more dangerous. I mean, broad daylight, Saturday morning(is this the howdy doody show?), pull over and buy, "Buy from me! Hey bro, whatcha need? Come here. C'mon. Come here. Pull over." Needless to say, I did a u-turn, which Lauren was surprised at. I mean, baby, they're selling crack out here, I don't think anyone minds if I do a "U-ee". This dive of a diner, a counter and some booths was a story in itself. Breakfast was a bowl of butter grits with sauteed shrimp and bacon. and a biscuit. I died and went to heaven at the first bite. I am writing this from a cloud up here.
The deli is getting a bit difficult. They're offering the Starbuck's dept. Should I do it?
These kids came in Halloween. They made my week. I'm smiling