Initially, I pushed through my obvious need for them because 1) I felt I was way too young for readers. I was planning to wear cute readers in my 40s but they are not in my current fashion plan; and 2) I was quite confident the military optometrist was young enough to be my son and probably made a mistake.
I did my usual mumbling and complaining to anyone who would listen. I figured I could talk my way out of them with Carl since he usually buys into what I'm telling him. It didn't work.
I mentioned my need for readers to Michael and he said something about me being a cougar like Sarah Palin. This peaked my interest and I immediately Googled her glasses. I didn't like them, but I was a little more interested to find that all readers didn't come with matching neck chains. I started shopping around and found a cute pair of burgundy Coach readers with rhinestone dragonflies on the arms. Score.
But wait, it gets better.
When Carl and I went to order my cute little readers (see how they are cute now?) the optometrist had to measure my eyes for the glasses. She had me look into something that measured the distance between my eyes to make sure the lenses were set properly. As she pulled the measuring device back she did a double take. I assumed something was wrong. She said, "well that's strange, they're perfectly symmetrical. you don't see that very often".
I looked up at Carl and asked, did you hear that, perfectly symmetrical? Then I asked her to say it again.
I like this reader thing. It's gonna be alright.
