I am sure there are many things worse than breaking your glasses. But yesterday, on the day of my re-retirement, when the frame snapped in my hands while I was cleaning them, I wasn't convinced. Now I know these frames are four years old. I also know, and freely confess, that I have not treated these glasses with tender loving care. You might even say that I've been quite rough on them. However, none of these facts helped much when I stood staring at the broken frames wondering how I was going to survive the day.
Before you ask about my "backup pair" (as my husband did), let me tell you that I don't exactly
have a backup pair. You see, when I purchased my last pair of glasses, and you could get another set of frames free, I chose to buy computer glasses. Never mind, that they drove me nuts and I NEVER used them. I still had these really funky glasses that laid on my desk every day looking cool.
So there I was. Luckily, my driver's license doesn't say "must wear corrective lenses" so I was able to drive myself to work. Did I mention it was my very last day of my temporary job? Oh, I guess I did. Anyway, I managed to get to Dunkin' Donuts, purchase a farewell/welcome back treat and get to the library on time.
I won't waste space here whining and moaning about how tough my day was or how much my head ached when I got home, or how I went to bed at 7:30 last night because there was nothing else I could do. I'd hate to bore you with my troubles. But I will tell you how great it was today when I went to my local Pearle Vision Center and they found a pair of frames that almost fit my lenses. I'm being very careful not to jostle them or the lenses might fall out.
Rachel, the receptionist, told me the chances of finding a pair of frames the right size were zero to slight, but Voila!, once again, Pearle Vision came through for me. My new lenses will be ready in a few days; in the meantime, I'm able to see clearly and I'm delighted.
I know I've referred to the fact that Pearle Vision has come to my rescue before - once in Vienna, Austria and once in Las Vegas. How, you may ask, is it that I manage to break my glasses when I travel? It isn't easy, it isn't easy.