My Good Sir looking very sophisticated.
You'll remember our last foray into the eye glasses giant....well. We had to go back. This time it was for me. Saturday afternoon Kai stepped on and broke my reading glasses. I leaned over to kiss her and my expensive and well worn reading glasses fell out of my shirt. The next thing I knew I was standing over the shattered remains of my freedom. Then the screaming started. For those of you who depend on glasses you know what is like. For those of you who don't you'll just think that a little tape will solve everything.
The Big Man with his 20/20 vision, recognized by everyone but the DMV, suggested that I quit my bellyaching and he tried to fix them with duct tape. It didn't work. So we packed up and headed down to the LensMakerMart.
They totally fixed me up and I received excellent customer service - despite the fact that I was wild eyed and practically screaming. I think they have a training program to handle distraught customers. She didn't even flinch when I shook my broken frames at her and yelled for that poor gal to DO SOMETHING. She did - and in less than an hour.
I was caterwauling about this over on 'the facebook' and my friend K. said they wanted to see me and my new glasses. So I posted the above picture.
Happy Wednesday everyone! Can you see me now?
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4 comments:
You leaned over and your glasses fell out of your shirt?
It must be like a magic hat in there with glasses, goats, chicks, and other farm items snuggling inside your brassiere...
a lot of stuff goes in my shirt, Chai Chai... ha! edit: they were hooked on my shirt. ;-)
let me know when he steals the paper and hogs the uh... executive library...
I get cheepo glasses down at our local French supermarket, but even then I would feel exactly the same as you did should they get broken, or as is most likely, lost, which is why I have two pairs...
....and thankyou for your recent contact in regards to me and my recent orphaned state. Am now waiting to be adopted.....
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