He approached me like Santa opening his Christmas sack, and slipped the glasses over my nose.
Immediately his face loomed huge, covered with deep, unsightly pores. I could see each angle the razor had taken as it clipped his whiskers. The lines of his face turned to furrows.
"Um", I said, unwilling to throw cold water on his glee, and trying not to recoil. But, there was no doubt that the world looked better without these specs.
"Read this, " he said triumphantly. "I can read it without the glasses," was the truth, though I tried to soften it for him.
Why did I get them, anyway? Well, I thought it was about time, and there is no doubt that I can't read the fine print that I used to.
Truth is, the $2 shop ones that someone gave me do a better job.
"If you read much without glasses you would get headaches," he said.
Right. I only read 4 or 5 books a week, so I will try not to read more. I'm assuming that web hours don't count.
It seems to me that all kinds of perfectly fit and able people assume that their eyes are a bodypart that will fail them at an early age? Why is this?