the phenomenon, not the book.
I can’t find my damn glasses. Of course, I’m also having a hell of a time trying to find my glasses without my glasses on. Argh.
the phenomenon, not the book.
I can’t find my damn glasses. Of course, I’m also having a hell of a time trying to find my glasses without my glasses on. Argh.
Have someone else help you look for yor glasses. When you’ve found them, buy a spare pair and keep them somewhere safe.
That’s a good idea, Gomez, but I live alone and I’m poor.
Found them. They were on the floor under my bed. Just like my keys, yesterday. Of course, I didn’t put them there. casts accusing glare at Evilkitty
Of course, you do know that if you simply stop looking for your glasses, they’ll magically appear, right?
Isn’t it interesting how things always turn up in the last place you ever look for them?
Actually, I had places I was going to check after under the bed… and I was in the middle of looking for them when they turned up.
Oh. Well then. Never mind. I’ll just shut up now. No more advice from me.
The answer to your problem is:
Don’t take them off except when you go to bed. AND, ALWAYS put them in the same place every night.
If you can not see well enough to find them, you should never take them off. I know, I can not see without my glasses. (See great with them though. 20/13) The only time I have trouble finding them is when I knock them off my bedstand.
I do know a few morons who take their’s off because they are so vain that they think that they look better without them. I can not understand why anyone would handicap themselves for apperances sake.
But, that’s just my humble opinion.
Here’s my Catch-22…
You can’t go out with someone unless you have experience going out with people, but you can’t have experience going out with people unless you go out with them.
Or is that more along the lines of a paradox?
Here’s a real catch-22 that has irked me several times in the last few months.
The ship drops me off ashore in a foriegn country. Gratiously, they notify the local cab company so I may get to the town center, 'cause there are no exchanges, banks or “touristy” type places down at the docks.
I need that country’s money to pay the cab driver. But I need the cab driver to take me to where I can get the foriegn currency! It certainly makes for some exciting gestures trying to convince a cab driver that you’ll be right out of the exchange and that you are not trying to stiff him for the fare!
Frackem-sackem-jackem…