I fell in love… had a 3-year relationship upon realizing my eyesight was failing. Got contacts a few months later and promptly broke up with the loser.
I take Mr. S along, both to help me choose and to give his opinion. I figure he has a little say, because I don’t want to choose a style he hates and have him not like how I look in them, and not want to look at me every day.
I also leave lots of nose prints on the mirrors.
In college I was on a sorority soft ball team, I wore my glasses because the dust kickup bothered the contacts. I came up to bat and hit the ball towards 1st base. Being 110 pounds and the girl at 1st base was probably 180, I ran as fast as I could and while she was trying to tag me out, I ran right over her losing my glasses. She dropped the ball and the crowd was yelling to go to 2nd. SIGH I couldnt see where the base was. I was jabbering while running " Where’s the base, Where’s the base" Of course they just laughed and didnt lead me to it. Being that the team was a tad inebriated, i managed to get to 3rd base before they tagged me out.
OOPS forgot to mention , I earned the nickname" Wrongway"
I went with my coworker to the department store on my lunch hour. I first dropped off my contact lenses to be cleaned at a nearby optical shop. We then proceeded to the department store.
I didn’t bother to bring my glasses. I didn’t think it would be a problem - I can walk around without hitting anything, but everything further than 6 inches away from my face is a fuzzy blob. How bad is my vision? Bad enough that when I asked my eye doctor what my vision is in terms of 20/___, she paused, told me to look at the eye chart (I was not wearing glasses or contact lenses), and asked if I could see the Big E. I looked - I saw a black blob. She then told me that being able to see the Big E clearly corresponded to 20/400 vision. (For the record, my glaases prescrition is something like -9 diopters).
So anyway, we’re at the store, and the first thing we do is go to the toy/electronics department so I can purchase a new Game Boy game cartridge. These are located under a display case, approximately 12 inches below/behind the glass. In order to choose, I had to press my face all the way against the glass to just barely make out the titles. That got a giggle out of my coworker.
Then I needed cash, so I went to an ATM while my coworker stood in line to check out. I had to really concentrate & bring my face within 6 inches of the screen & keyboard to perform the transaction. This takes a little longer than normal, but I get it done without too much hassle. Then I turn around and I have no clue where to find my coworker…until I hear her laughing 10 feet away. She said the look of confusion on my face was priceless.
the optical company i use has a video thing they will hook up for you. you had them your presc. and they will say something like… “wow, that’s some script, we will set up the video.” then you pick the frames you want to try, they film you in the frames, you put your glasses back on and check the video on the moniter.
i think it is the best thing in the world.
Wow, that is brilliant Rocking Chair! I am going to ask about that at the place I go … or just bring my camcorder with me.
Can’t believe this hasn’t happened to anyone else–
In my sophomore year dorm, the mens’ and womens’ restrooms were around a corner from my dorm room. I didn’t have my glasses on once, and was in a rush. I ran around the corner and into the door, and then wondered why the showers were on the wrong side and there were no urinals where they should’ve been.
Took me three seconds to run out in a jiffy. Fortunately there were no women where they could see me, although there was one in a shower. Not only would I have been even more embarassed if I’d run into someone, but at my school, they probably would’ve accused me of rape. [tremble]
I was sitting at my desk at work. My reading glasses fell off my narrow, rather beaky nose, and fell under my desk. Still seated in my state-of-the-art swivel chair, I bent over to get them, and as I did I lay my right cheek gently but firmly on my stamp pad. . .and didn’t notice the ink all over my face for the better part of an hour.
This thread cracks me up every time I read it. I just read it to Mrs. Dave-Guy, and we were convulsed with laughter.
But delphica, I have to ask…what was the 409 bottle doing on the floor next to your chair?
My wife just assumed you put the cat in the cabinet where the cleanser belonged. And after reading Incubus’s post, I can sorta believe it.
I don’t see poorly enough to need assistance while picking out frames, but I usually ask my wife for her opinion. Because, hey, I’m a guy, y’know? We’re all fashion-impaired.
hahaha i’m with Dave… this thread has definitely been funny. i myself have walked into a few walls when i didn’t have my glasses on but i attribute that to it being pretty dark in the house at the time. As for picking frames, i can see pretty good if i’m a few inches away from the mirror so i manage to get a pretty good idea of how i look before my final decision.
Snug i just can’t help but thing of a big block of red ink on some guy’s face, particularly my dad… I don’t know why him, maybe because he is the type that would have that happen to him and wouldn’t know for a while:p