Filed under: And Then I Found Ten Dollars.
Today, I’m going to the eye doctor. I’ve already been once this month, but this is a progressive eye doctor who allows patients to test out the new prescription for a few weeks before ordering a whole set of lenses.
Buying new contacts is no big deal, but I was thinking about getting some new glasses too. Only vision-impaired people will understand why this intimidates me, the ones who in addition to the annoyance of growing blind also suffered through the eighties, barely escaping without our faces developing enormous permanent circles stretching around the eyes and down, down to the very ends of our noses.
After a succession of unflattering frames, I am now desperate enough to purchase some name brand sophistication in dark plastic with a markup of about 3,000%. This is the very mentality which leads a normally prudent woman to indulge in Ralph Lauren frames and extra-slender-glare-defender-easy-spender lenses. I know, because this happened to my mother. Still, the “complimentary gift” fruit basket she received the next day was nice.
