Hot Cranky People

Apparently I don’t know my own strength.

So I’m sitting outside, waiting to meet my friend for lunch at the Japanese noodle house. My glasses were sort of smudged, so I took them off to clean them with my t-shirt.

SNAP!

Impressive, no?

It was horrifying.

I tried calling Arlo to tell him that he was going to have to bring me my old pair of glasses or some contacts, because there was no way I could drive home. I had just left the house though, and I knew he was in the shower and would soon be heading out for lunch himself. I also knew he probably wouldn’t check the answering machine between getting out of the shower and leaving, so there was only a small window during which I would be able to reach him. I left a message, and figured I would just keep calling every few minutes.

In the meantime, my friend Dot arrived and walked me down the street to the restaurant. Mind you, I can see, but it’s very very blurry (my prescription is about -6.0), abd I couldn’t even see if the Walk sign was green or red. I hadn’t been out and about in public without vision correction via glasses or contact lenses in, oh, 20 years. It was extremely disconcerting. We got inside the restaurant and it was even worse. I was so disoriented. I felt like I couldn’t hear. Creepy.

I acquired some supplies from the waitress, prepared to come up with something to tide me over in case I couldn’t reach Arlo.

I stuck the two halves together and felt a moment of relief as I balanced the bandaged frames on my nose. It was not to last though, and the left side just kept falling off my face, narrowly missing my bowl of noodles. After about the fifth time they fell off, I gave up. Dot decided to take off her glasses in a show of solidarity. There we sat, in a blurry noodle haze.

Eventually, I was able to reach Arlo and he soon arrived with my other glasses. I put on that pair, and Arlo modeled the broken ones.

It sort of looks like they go right through the bridge of his nose. “What a cool idea!”, I thought, until I learned someone had already invented them. Um…eew, eew, and eew.

So in the end, everything was fine. I could see my lunch. I could see to drive home. It really made me think about how lucky I am that my vision is correctable.

Now I have to get a new pair of specs. I’m hoping I can find something snazzy.