*What Would Sophanne's Brain Wonder?
At an Eye Exam-
to self- how am I going to keep from laughing when the eye dr.'s big ole eyeball comes a-zoomin' in.
Why don't the handles on this chair pull you back like on the airplane?
to dr.- do you have the letters memorized? (obligatory chuckle from dr.) Do you ever just want to say "NO you BLIND IDIOT! It's a G!!" (another obligatory chuckle)
Why are all of these frames so ugly? Followed shortly by the optician/frame helper asking "Were you thinking you wanted men's frames?"
And in spite of these many thoughts and driving through a university town at traffic time, still there was dinner. Hamburgers, buttered red potatoes and more fresh broccoli.
Very, very funny. Broccoli! Yum!!
ReplyDeleteYou're becoming the Kween of Kooking!! Hope you ended with non-Kooky glasses.
ReplyDeleteHa! I have always felt like a total boob at eye exams. It's just another test where you really, really don't want to get any wrong answers. I KNOW the docs are thinking "No, you blind idiot!"
ReplyDeleteI hate going to the eye doctor. He always says things like, "just normal vision changes due to aging," and "I'm going to give you a slightly stronger prescription," and "You really should be wearing glasses for distance, too."
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm, buttered potatoes. Can't go wrong there!
ReplyDeleteI think eye appointments are funny too. :)
ReplyDeletepoor yarnhog. I've been blind as a bat since age 8, and someday soon will graduate to coke bottles.
ReplyDeleteI've avoided going for the past couple years, sort of like how I avoided going to the dentist...
buttered red potatoes sound wonderful though.
After approximately 40 years of eye exams, I figured out that it was counterproductive to work really, really hard to get the right answers. It just means that I will have to work that hard to see with the lenses that I end up with. Now I only name the letters that I really, truly can read, and my life is much better.
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