This has not been my week for eyeglasses. Last week the large round tortoiseshell glasses I'm wearing fell off the dresser onto the carpeted floor. Soft landing. They broke anyway. Split right down the middle of the bridge. Fine, no panic. I've got others. And rather than repairing these, I'll just have the lenses cut down to fit these smaller Armani frames I've got sitting around. I've got lots of frames sitting around.
So I take them into Ratas, my long time and favored optical dispensary.
A week later I pop in to pick them up. I put a half hour's worth in the parking meter and into the shop I go to try them on.
Can't see. The script seems a bit off. So back they go behind the curtain to work their magic and a few minutes later back out. And I still can't focus. Okay, back behind the curtain. Try again, still can't focus. Cant figure it out, after all, it's not a new script. So it's back behind the curtain they go, as I say: "I'll be back, must put more money in the meter".
Alas, too late, the car's already been tagged.
As I walk back into the shop, I hear "Oh shit" from behind the curtain. I love that curtain. The Armani's frame cracked.
But it's still a mystery as to why I can't focus with those lenses.
This does not seem to be my day and since I'm having a check up in a couple of weeks, we decide to leave things alone and straighten things out with the new script I'll probably get.
After I get home I put on another pair of glasses that I have in reserve, big round, black in your face glasses.
As I'm adjusting these, the metal hinge holding the temple to the frame snaps in half. As I said: not my week for glasses.
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