Reached down to to pet the cat, which turned out to be a pile of socks.
Thought that a woman doing slow, sustained yoga by the pool was some kind of construction the kids had made out of foam flotation devices. Almost had my nose in her crotch when she shifted and I realized it was a person.
Apologized to a trashcan for bumping into it.
Well, I was actually wearing my glasses when this happened.
I got to school one morning and I couldn’t see. My left eye was all fuzzy and right eye was just fine. I though something had gone wrong with my eyes. I even went into the bathroom to look at my eyes to see if they were ok. Nothing was wrong.
I just couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t see. I finally just took my glasses off, because seeing all fuzzy was better than seeing weird. My friend Jeannie then picked up my glasses and said, “Hey, you’re missing a lens.”
I had managed to get to school without noticing I’d lost one of my lenses. I felt pretty damn stupid.
Well, since I’m hardly ever without my contacts (stopped wearing glasses a looong time ago, and I’m a bad, bad person… I sleep with my contacts in) My worst thing I’ve ever done was with my contacts in. I was at a job interview, and was being walked to the door by the interviewer… I’m chatting along, and WHACK!! I stumble backwards in surprise. And there, on the glass pane next to the door are little smudgemarks for my nose, cheeks, forehead, and chin. Gawd was I embarrased. And no, I didn’t get the job!:smack:
I stepped on my glasses (completely warping the frame) because I couldn’t see them.
You know how your oven can stay open with that 4 or 5 inch opening at the top?
Well, one time the oven was on and I was cleaning my glasses.
Yep, I fumbled 'em and they somersaulted into the oven.
Your brain thinks “GO GET 'EM!!!..YOU CAN SAVE 'EM”.
But, of course, it’s pretty much too late after they melt into a plastic goo.
The first time I went to Seattle I set my glasses on the back of the toilet tank to wash my face. Of course they fell and broke. I’m in a strange city and can’t see to find my way to have them fixed. I had to feel my way to the motel office, ask the clerk to look up an optical shop on the route I took to the hospital. Ididn’t know any other streets. Then I had to ask strangers the bus numbers, ask the bus driver to tell me when get off, and a strange man when it was safe to cross the street. He helped me across and suggested I get a seeing-eye-dog.
tinkertoy, you reminded me of the time i tripped over a seeing-eye-dog. i had lost my contacts at work and had to go home for my glasses. about 2 inches of clarity with my vision uncorrected. i was very carefull walking home. i crossed only on green blurs with other blurry people, shuffling until i found the curb, etc. things went well until i tripped over the dog.
delphica, most things on the “retrieve from the outhouse” list were jewerly. wedding rings, engagement rings, necklaces, watches. mostly objects that had major sentimental value. my glasses, although rather expensive to replace, were not irreplaceable. i got new glasses in a week, rather than wait 4-5 months for the park to hopefully find them. it was no guarantee that lost items would be retrieved.
i’m not sure if the park has seasonal outhouses now, but it was interesting finding out about how it all worked. they would rotate the location of the out houses every year. they would tear down the wood buildings, then “plow under”(would be the best way to describe the flushing funtion), the “fertilized” area. then plantings would be done and next year the outfacilities would be a mile or so away from last years.
In high school, I spent a year as an exchange student. We went to visit Oma, who lived in Germany in an old apartment (the only sink was in the kitchen, no shower or bathtub). Early one morning, I woke up, felt around for my glasses, and heard them fall onto the floor, where I failed to find them by feel (they had slid under the bed). So I figured, hey, it’s not that hard to use the bathroom, I’ll just go pee blind.
When I went to flush, I guess I pulled too hard on the (extremely blurry) chain of the old toilet, because it broke and wouldn’t quit flushing. I had to wake up my host dad and tell him I broke his elderly mother’s toilet. It took awhile to fix, I think.
I later found out that my host sister, who was sharing the large bed with me, had been awake the whole time and had just lain there and giggled to herself while I couldn’t find my glasses.
I have been wearing glasses for close to 20 years now. I put them on first thing in the morning and they don’t come off until right before I go to sleep. The thought of being without my glasses gives me the cold sweats.
That said, I cannot tell you how many times I have gotten into the shower with my glasses still on.
As far as goofy things I have done without my glasses…well, I was living in Germany and had gone down to Nice with some friends for a vacation. We went to a nightclub and while doing my best impersonation of someone who knows how to dance, my glasses slipped off of my sweaty nose and were promptly smashed into little bits to the tune of Madonna’s Lucky Star. Kind of a bummer, but as I was on vacation and would be back in Germany in a few days I didn’t worry too much about it. Anyways, some time and many drinks later, I was sitting at the bar chatting up a most attractive and receptive young Spanish woman. As the young man’s thoughts turned to love (well, really just sex), one of my friends came over and informed me that not only did my new “friend” have a very pronounced Adam’s Apple, but she also had what could only be described as a “five o’clock shadow.” My spirit crushed, I returned to the bar where, by the look on her face, she knew exactly what had been said. I attempted to explain that I had lost my glasses (at which point I must have looked like a total drunken fool). To her credit, she began to laugh, as did I. She actually gave me her address and I sent her a couple of post cards. Needless to say, it was a favorite topic of conversation amongst my friends for quite awhile.
My vison isn’t that bad and I can see prety well without my glasses, but I tend to wear them all the time. . . .
. . . . I have got into bed several times while still wearing them.
My vision isn’t so bad that I’ll mistake a bug zapper for a full moon, but my behavior is so glasses-oriented that I often find myself reaching up to push my glasses further up the bridge of my nose, only to succeed in poking myself between the eyes.
Well for God’s sake, DO YOUR LAUNDRY!!!
Yeah, it’s another cat story. We live in an old house with wood floors. I’m walking back to the bedroom after using the restroom, and see my cat sitting on the floor in the hallway. I say hello to him and reach down to give him scritchies… and touch A STAIN ON THE FLOOR. There’s this darkish stain, see, and it’s roughly cat-sized from my height, and… yeah, I can’t justify it either. At least you people were seeing actual objects.
I never see cats without my glasses.
Which is very unfortunate for my two cats.
For those with glasses, a question. (to do with a goofy thing without glasses)
HOW do you choose new frames when your old ones need replacing? I have just gone through this, and I seriously could not see what the new frames looked like, as the sample ones all have plain glass in them. So I relied on the receptionist at the optometrist’s to guide me - big mistake.
I guess the shape of the new frames is acceptable (just), but boy the colour! Yuk!! This morning, when I went to pick up the new glasses, and actually saw them I almost cried! So now I have a further wait while they try to locate the same frames in the LIGHT colour I am sure I chose. They were very snakey about it, but then so was I.
I am interested if anyone has found a solution to this problem?
auliya, I have both contacts and glasses, so when I pick out frames, I try to make sure I have my contacts in for the selection. If that’s not possible, I bring a friend and have the friend honestly tell me how the frames look (it’s better if the friend also wears glasses, because then she understands the importance of TOTAL and BRUTAL honesty about how they look), and I also make the friend put the glasses on. Of course, glasses look different on different people, but at least that will clue me in somewhat if there is something completely hideous about the frames that I didn’t notice. So yeah, no good solution.
More stories about glasses and toilets and cats! I had no idea the mistaken identity of the cat was such a common problem. It’s there own fault for lurking around so close to the floor.
I have dropped my glasses in the toilet bowl quite a number of times, then they get a long, hot bath. I guess putting them in the oven isn’t an option! I don’t know what would be worse, melting my glasses, or trying to clean the melt off the oven.
Heh Dave, I do that too, the poking myself between the eyes when I’m wearing my contacts. Ditto on the getting in the shower and getting in bed with my glasses still on.
No real solution here - I bring my husband along for this process. While wearing my old glasses I pick out frames that look nice, then I put the frames on and have him advise me. My vision is so horrible that I’d be screwed without my glasses, I couldn’t cross a street alone or anything. (Corrected, it’s just fine - I just happen to be severely nearsighted, to such an extent that only the first foot or less away from my eyes is clear without glasses.)
Hmm, now that I have a new job in an ophthalmology department, maybe I should get my eyes checked again. 
Then I’ll be able to use my current glasses as an emergency pair.
My glasses often fall behind my bed, in an annoyingly hard to reach space in which I have to fasion some crude retrieval device with a coathanger to get them out from behind the bed.
One morning I saw what I thought was the cat sleeping in my room. As he is not allowed in my room I picked him up and dumped him in the hall. Only it wasn’t the cat- it was a sweater lying on the ground.
In an funny coincedence, the next morning I see another suspicious lump in my room. Figuring it just to be a piece of laundry, I picked it up and deposited it in the hamper. Only it wasn’t laundry- it was the cat.
Boy was he confused!
As someone who’s never worn prescription glasses, I have to say y’all have a rough time of it, from the sounds of things. For me, the concept is just alien and, well, bizarre sounding. Being that dependant on a bit of hardware (and incredibly fragile most times, as well) seems frightening.
OTOH, I am incredibly photo-sensitive, so I can somewhat appreciate the feeling, and just plain don’t go outside before sundown without my shades on. If I have to, I can manage, and I can still see, it’s just painful to do so. And I find that I sometimes do the poke between the eyes bit m’self, especially when sitting here reading the boards.
I have another–when I was living in a dorm in Georgia that had roach problems, I thought I saw a roach on my floor. I crept up stealthily and whacked it repeatedly with my psych textbook. When I peered more closely at the floor, I discovered I had been whacking away at a knothole in the wooden floor.