On Sarah’s birthday, she went to get her driving permit and ended up with glasses instead. Her friends immediately told her that she looks like a librarian. She did not take this as a compliment. Librarians seriously need to work on their public image. A few days after her birthday, we took Sarah and some of her friends to the drive-in. Doug parked next to a pickup filled with teenage boys. The glasses came off instantly and didn’t go back on until it was pitch dark outside. Yesterday, her little brother played with the glasses and lost one of the squishy nose pieces. I picked her up during her band camp break today to go get the glasses repaired. She was not wearing the glasses. “But, I’m on the front row this year.” Contacts for Sarah just scooted up several notches on my priority list.
Tommy had some kind of mystery accident that the optometrist guesses was a gas exposure that destroyed the surface of the lenses on his glasses. Chemistry class? Who knows. He has also chewed off one of the rubber earpiece covers, so he really needed new glasses before we
recklessly abandon him safely drop him off at college in 3 weeks. The eyeglasses salesperson should have been selling used cars instead of glasses. Every sentence she said to us started with the words, “since his prescription is so strong”. That was the reason he HAD to have the most expensive lenses. That was the reason we HAD to wait two weeks while they order those expensive lenses instead of just using the ones on stock in the store. That was the reason Tommy HAD to have frames that were smaller than he wanted. She also told me that was the reason I HAD to buy him two pairs. I looked her directly in the eyes and explained that since we HAD to have the very expensive frames and the very expensive lenses, I absolutely couldn’t pay for a second pair. She told me I was “making a mistake not getting a second pair” and I punched her in the face. Not really. She did scold me, but I didn’t punch her. As usual, I said nothing. I just wish I had the courage to ask for a different employee next time I am back in the store. With Amy.