Blinded by the Light

..or more specifically, my piss-poor paternal genetic donation. I went to get new glasses today. I am about a single lens strength away from legally blind. Seriously, next time I see you, take a peek through my peepers. It hurts normal people.

I spent the better part of the late morning wandering around the eye glass store because I have learned one undeniable truth about purchasing glasses: What ever the frame style is that I like, it will not work with my prescription. So I always pick out a couple. Today I was lucky. We only had to go through seven frames before finding a pair that I liked and would work with my required two inch thick lenses.

And what is this insanity of having normal mirrors in these places? I can't see shit for shinola without my glasses, but I'm supposed to plop on a pair, lean in to approximately half an inch away from the mirror so I can see the damned things and then still be able to discern if they look good on me?

That, plus the fact that I was the only customer under 75 in the store, plus the fact that lunch time came and went while waiting my turn, plus the fact that I still had a stop to make at Wally World (yes, I know they are evil, but tell me where I can buy Vassarette bras for $9.00 - remember, I have a bra eating cat and my replacement expenses do add up, thank you very much), well, all that made me a little cranky.

So to the person who I called a flipping stupid self centered jerk when you ran the left turn well after it had turned red and cut me off as I drove perfectly legally and within my rights through MY GREEN LIGHT and had to slam on the brakes and swerve a little to avoid your stupid self centered jerk back bumper, I'm not really sorry because you can't run red lights just because you don't want to wait! You are not more important than any one else on the road, so get over yourself. Brat.

Ah. I feel much better now.

Loki sez: I said NOT! Two heads are NOT better than one!