The Day I Forgot My Glasses

Over the years, my eyesight has changed—a lot. The last time I saw my eye doctor, he said that all was well with my eyes and that we didn’t need to get a newer prescription for my reading glasses. For the record, I can see just fine to drive; no problem there. But I keep reading glasses in each and every room in the house.

Yesterday I really wanted Thai food for lunch, so I went downtown to the new Thai restaurant. The Crankee Yankee and I had been there once before, and their food is fabulous. As usual when I am on my own, I brought a book in to read while having lunch. As downtown was busy with lots of traffic, I snagged the one and only parking spot in our town’s municipal parking area.

I got to the restaurant, sat down and ordered my favorite; pad thai with chicken. It was when my drink showed up that I found I could not locate my reading glasses—anywhere. I thought, ‘well, I guess I could run back to the car and get them, but it’s kind of far away.’ Then I thought that maybe I could read my book as long as I held it far away; nope. The words looked like chicken scratches to me.

So I ate my delicious pad thai sans book. (I always think that reading pairs really well with food.) When the time came to pay my bill I prayed that I would be able to read it without asking the server to read it to me. Luckily I could figure it out. I left a good tip and got out with no one the wiser.

When I got to my car, there were my glasses in the passenger seat. “Where were you when I needed you?” I asked them. If glasses could shrug, they would have. This is why I keep reading glasses everywhere.

I think that, from now on, I will just give in and get myself one of those decorative glasses “necklaces” and use it as jewelry. Either that, or I will just shove one ‘arm’ of my glasses down my bra where I can always get them. This is one of the many privileges of getting older; no one cares if your glasses are around your neck as a necklace or stuffed down your bra.

This situation requires my usual inner rant that goes like this: “so what, big deal, who cares?” Works for me!

 

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