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Well, I somehow broke my glasses last night. (Or rather, this morning, to be more precise.) I went to move a stray hair from my wig out of my eyes, and next thing I know, out comes my lens and the frame was broken beyond simple repair. I was telling this to someone who was coming in this morning, and said, "Life just seems to like to make things fun for me."
She said, "I wouldn't call breaking your glasses fun."
I said, "Ma'am, after spending 45 years in the wrong gender, I have a pretty good understanding of Life's sense of humor."
Ah, well.
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Broke my glasses last night.
Lenscrafters I believe can help you with new glasses, or the local Walmart.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Too bad about your glasses, Dot!
Stanley? You do know that Dorothy works at Wal-Mart, don't you?
Nice one, Dotty.
Tell her how it is. = )
I used to break my glasses
I used to break my glasses every couple years until the ones I have now; by some stroke of luck, they've lasted me 10 years!
Last ones broke spectacularly. Lights were out due to a thunder storm; pitch black house. I had to pee; walked through house to bathroom, and walked smack face-first into a wall-corner. Split the frames in half, and both lenses shattered when they hit the floor. Doh!
I had a really, really great boss, though. He was Syrian; very, very Arabic, and very, very Muslim. Boy, when he was mad, could he yell. But, he could also be very kind, especially to the weak (but willing to work), and the unfortunate.
So I, my long-haired, hippy-looking Canadian self, walks into work blind, holding my glasses, telling him that I couldn't work until I got new ones and sorry, but I guess I have to take an extended, unpaid holiday (which I could NOT afford).
He says "Sit, please, sit a moment, I'll be right with you". Comes into the break room again 10 minutes later, loads me into his van, takes me to a store owned by one of his relatives, makes me pick frames out from the mid-range racks, buys me an eye exam next door, orders the glasses, and buys a few pairs of contacts for me.
Then quietly tells me this is 'just between us, nobody needs to know', doesn't charge me a dime, and I'm able to continue working.
I would have gone to the ends of the earth for that guy, despite his crazyness.