They were missing for about one week and I was happy to finally have them back. I popped them in their case and packed them up for a ride in the car. Something wasn’t right about my glasses. But I just couldn’t place it. They seemed extra dirty. Everything was a big foggy still. Yes, dirty. They needed cleaning. That was it.
Minutes after I had put them on, the sun came out. I switched back to my sunglasses (also prescription lenses) and carefully placed my regular ones in the cup holder of the car. I was driving. There was no way to put them down safely.
By the time we finished our lunch on the patio, the clouds were hanging luminously in the sky. I went to put on my glasses, but this time noticed something peculiar – there was no lens in the right eye. Surely, I would have noticed this before. Surely.
I scoured the car, my purse, between the seats, under the mat. There was no speck of that car we didn’t pat down. No luck. I decide to cut my losses, and spend the rest of the day in my sunglasses. Thankfully, there was enough sun to warrant that.
At home, I was slightly perturbed by the absence of one lens. The next few days were full of visiting and tourist attractions, so it left no time for looking for looking glasses.
A week later, I arrived back from Ontario. Lo and behold, resting safely on my alarm class was my missing lens. I ask my roomie about it, because I knew for certain it wasn’t there when I left. She found it along side the chair in the living room. The same place I had found my glasses on the day I went on the car adventure.
The right lens, never did make the car trip. That was what was wrong with my glasses. No wonder things were so foggy.
Minutes after I had put them on, the sun came out. I switched back to my sunglasses (also prescription lenses) and carefully placed my regular ones in the cup holder of the car. I was driving. There was no way to put them down safely.
By the time we finished our lunch on the patio, the clouds were hanging luminously in the sky. I went to put on my glasses, but this time noticed something peculiar – there was no lens in the right eye. Surely, I would have noticed this before. Surely.
I scoured the car, my purse, between the seats, under the mat. There was no speck of that car we didn’t pat down. No luck. I decide to cut my losses, and spend the rest of the day in my sunglasses. Thankfully, there was enough sun to warrant that.
At home, I was slightly perturbed by the absence of one lens. The next few days were full of visiting and tourist attractions, so it left no time for looking for looking glasses.
A week later, I arrived back from Ontario. Lo and behold, resting safely on my alarm class was my missing lens. I ask my roomie about it, because I knew for certain it wasn’t there when I left. She found it along side the chair in the living room. The same place I had found my glasses on the day I went on the car adventure.
The right lens, never did make the car trip. That was what was wrong with my glasses. No wonder things were so foggy.
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