the right sight
I think I've made a terrible mistake.
On 12/31 I went to the eye doctor to get new sunglasses before my insurance ran out for the year. I won't get them until next week, but thinking back on it now, I'm pretty sure I ended up getting these huge, Gucci-esque glasses, the kind that old ladies wear as they slowly drive their shiny Jaguars through Beverly Hills with a small dog on their lap yelling at valets.
I didn't mean to get them, but every time I picked out frames I liked, the optician (or was she the optometrist? Or maybe the ophthalmologist?) would slowly wag her head and say, "No. Try these." And then she would produce these huge frames with all kinds of crazy designs on the arms that I didn't particularly like but put on anyway. Then I would take them off, put back on a pair I did like and she would say something like, "No, those get lost on your face. Try these."
I'm not sure why I didn't just get what I wanted. It's not like this was my wife sitting here saying, "Oh, honey, you look HOT in these." That would be different. That would makes sense. This woman who was sitting across from me was just some vaguely maternal woman with features I can't even recall handing me frames that I didn't like. Maybe it was the white coat. Maybe I saw her as some kind of authority figure and I didn't want to disobey or disappoint her. But whatever the reason, just like a bad Seinfeld episode, I'm pretty sure I bought lady's glasses.
I guess I'll find out next week.
posted by la.barabbas at 7:48 PM
3 Comments:
That lady was Lucy, a lovely hispanic woman in her mid twenties. She has a 10 year old daughter (thus the maternal thing) and she, Lucy, not the daughter, "helped" me pick out my most recent set of spectacles. Had I taken Lucy's advice, I'd be wearing black horn rimmed glasses with little "diamond" studs on the rims. Now, as cool as that might be in a "sexy librarian" sort of way, I chose to ignore her and go for a pair of my choosing. That said, I promise to tell you that you look hot in your new shades. Even if you do look like Katherine Hepburn in "On Golden Pond." Fine Kate, bonny Kate.
So let me get this straight... Are these like Elvis glasses? Because Kelvis might just find that really cool.
But if they're those over-the-top gold Gucci thingamabobs that retailers charge outrageous prices for so that you can look someone out of a bad, 1970's porn flick.. well then, God help you son.
I don't know, I don't remember. I think they're very similiar to those humongous glasses you can get at the Rite Aid that fit over your regular glasses. Oh my...
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