Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Doc Day Afternoon
"I was going outside with my dog when I walked into the glass sliding door, now my glasses need a big adjustment, ha, ha, my dog must have thought I was an idiot because I was in such a hurry, did you know that we are grandparents now he is such a cute little baby I think I like my pair of glasses that I got in nineteen eighty two better than the ones I just broke I should get a pair just like them, unless they don't make them anymore, this is our first grandchild our daughter is a great mother and breast feeds I think sometimes in public but that's alright because I can't see it very well now anyway because I walked into that glass door...... "
It was as if somebody had flipped a switch and she was off and running. I know I put some commas in there, but only because the possibility of her going that long without a breath isn't very likely. She went on, and on, with her husband only getting in a few grunts now and then. The optometrist simply talked over her. When she finally left with her repaired glasses, I looked at the time. I'd been waiting an hour. It was two thirty, and my appointment was for one thirty. Just as I was about to start bitching to the receptionist about that, the lady who does the eye tests called my name. The eye test is called the 'Field of Vision' test. Basically you put your head in a box with little flashing pin-point lights, and you press a button every time you see a light. I hate it. It's like torture for me. It's hot, the examination room is tiny, and just for a little bit of added atmosphere the technician let out a silent stinker.