Thursday, February 12, 2004
seeing is believeing
so i went to the eye doctor because i had been noticing that my vision is not as clear as it used to be. i thought maybe i would be able to get away with not needing glasses before i'm old and grey- but apparentlt this is not the case. i made an appointment, printed out online driving directions, and went on my way. i took the wierd eye test two times, with two different people, looking through this crazy machine and having lazers shoot into my eyes and this ting touch my cornea. they gave me wierd drops in my eyes, which i hated. and in the end, the doctor is like: "you're eyes are good." and she wrote me a perscription for glasses to use for diving at night and for looking at far-away things like movies at the theatre and overhead projectors. i felt a little cheated. i was all ready to start wearing glasses- i had prepared myself. oh well, whatever. so my eyes were dialated and i couldn't see anything close up. driving home was fun, couldn't read my directions, or the street signs. i made it back, though. i stopped at the bakery and the pizza place, for dinner and dessert. in the bakery i was looking ing the little display cases... but i couldn't read the little signs so i didn't know what anything was. the old lady behind the counter at the bakery was rude to me in a crabby-old-lady kind of way when she asked if i needed help and i said "i'm having trouble deciding", she responded with a sardonic "well you only have 1/2 an hour till we close". i wanted to say, "F you, if you think i'm ever coming here again!". but a younger girl behind the counter sort of sepped in and was nice to me. i explained to her that i just had my eyes dialated and she helped me understand what i was looking at. the old lady tried to warm up to me a little and kept suggesting the tiramasu. but i purposely didn't even consider it because that lady pissed me off. for all i know the tiramasu was better than what i ended up buying, but really i don't care becuase the satisfaction of ignoring that lady was sweeter than anything in that store.
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