New glasses

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A couple of weeks ago, I took off my glasses at work to make a dramatic gesture, and the temple snapped off in my hand. This is the second time these particular frames have broken in just a few months, so I bounced right off to my funny little optician to get them fixed.

He is a silly little bunny. His prices are good, but he is not much of a businessman. Also, intellectually, he does not seem to be the most fully-inflated beach ball at the pool party. “They’ll be ready by Wednesday” usually means “Check back on Friday.” He gets dithery and confused easily. Every time I go to him, I swear I’ll never go to him again. Then he posts a new price list, and I think: Wow! That’s cheap! And I go back to him.

Anyway: “No problem,” he said. “I’ll order new frames for you.”  (This was on a Saturday.) “Check back on Wednesday.” (Translation: “Stop by next Saturday.”)

During the week, I made do with old pairs of glasses. My prescription changes dramatically from year to year; evidently my eyeballs mutate at random. Some of my old glasses are good for distance vision, some for close-up. I found I was reading the newspaper by taking off my (old) glasses altogether and holding it up to my eyeball, like a jeweler examining a precious stone.

Another week passed. I went to see Funny Optician. He spun in circles, excusing himself for not having fixed my glasses yet. It was the manufacturer’s fault; they hadn’t sent the replacement frames. He didn’t know what the problem was. (Did I mention that he has a high whiny voice with a really seriously advanced Rhode Island accent?) Come back Monday, maybe Tuesday.

I checked in on Monday. I found a sign that said CLOSED MONDAY.

Now I was ready to kill him.

I took the day off on Wednesday and went to see him again, carrying a polo mallet. Again he spun in circles. Then, suddenly, he circled back. “Hey!” he wheezed. “What about plastic?”

“What?” I said.

“Instead of metal frames,” he said. “Maybe they’d wear better for you. I could do those right now. These are tortoise. You don’t want tortoise. Are these brown or black? Can you tell? I got black here somewhere. Wait a minute –“

As he was jabbering, I thought: I need something new. I just turned fifty-five. I’ve been wearing metal frames for decades now. Maybe a little hipster action will be good for me. Also, he’s probably right; plastic will probably wear better than metal.

I left a few minutes later with a nice pair of plastic frames. I’d forgotten how intense! my most recently-updated prescription was; as I stepped out onto the street, I think I could see the past and future simultaneously.

Everyone says I look younger now.

So: my funny little optician has (inadvertently) given me the best fifty-fifth birthday present of all.


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About Loren Williams
Gay, partnered, living in Providence, working at a local university. Loves: books, movies, TV. Comments and recriminations can be sent to futureworld@cox.net.

3 Responses to New glasses

  1. Amusing recital.! Enjoyed the story. You certainly use a lot of white space—Reason for that?? I am new at blogging, so picking a few brains here and there.

    • Thanks for your note. Sometimes I write more conventionally, with real paragraphs and topic sentences. But a lot of these are almost like dramatic recitations – the way you’d tell a funny story at a party. I use the white space as a kind of punctuation – pausing for a breath between sentences. It’s meant for the eye too: I think it makes text easier and more appealing to read (on the Net, big blocks of text can look unappetizing.)

      For a masterful use of silence, go see Wellthatsjustgreat on Tumblr; he writes conversations with his dog, and uses lots of silent pauses, and it’s very funny and effective.

  2. Right…Thanks for the link. I will visit it shortly. I have a friend who is two thirds of the way to Katahdin on the Appalachian Trail (started in Georgia..). He has a blog of the entire adventure on Tumblr. Have to visit there next, so will stop by your link at the same time.
    Be well…

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