Didn't know that! #1

Yesterday i was at a dear friend's house when i clunked my head on a low ceiling and my reading glasses (which i always wear on top of my head) came apart. Not just any "apart"... POPPED.

The one lense that came out was easy to find, but the little piece of silver metal that fit between the frame and lense (i.e. the one thing that made these glasses SO COOL) was nowhere to be found. We searched!

After a wonderful visit with my friend i decided to take my forlorn reading glasses to the place they were born for repair, realizing that they'd have to order the little missing part, etc... After all, the glasses were less than 6 months old and i liked them.

i placed my broken frames and one dislocated lense in the hands of this very nice lady with a pathetic, "help?". It must've sounded plaintive because she said, "awww, i'll try." Her next words were, "How old are these?" i told her and she replied with a quizzical look. i knew then that i was in trouble. "These are old frames. Lemme pull your chart" and off she went, leaving my poor broken glasses in my hands, and me biting my lip.

Soon enough (well not really) she said she had bad news and good news. Bad news: They don't make these frames anymore so they cannot be fixed. Good news: i can pick any new frames, from a limited selection, i wanted for free. Well SHE thought it was good news! i was crestfallen. my old glasses were cool, different and a little unexpected - kinda like... me!

i shlepped to the indicated sections with her leading the way almost triumphantly. She left me to look a bit and i started in - hating everything. There simply wasn't anything that compared at all to what i'd had.

i came up with two or three that i thought were ok, thinking all the while, "they're only reading glasses. you don't have to wear them all the time" and yet knowing that they were constant fixtures on me even if just holding my hair out of my face. Drat.

She returned to be helpful. Oh glee. She did seem to have a decent idea of the shape i was trying to find, but she really liked COLOR, and if you know me... well, it wasn't going over well. i was dressed from head to toe in black - you think she'd take a hint?! Among other chatting i finally convinced her that purple and green were not something i was going to go for and we found some ok black and pearl colored ones designed by Lauren Hutton - woohoo. (enter an unenthused "rah") She left me to see if they were in stock.

For lack of anything to do i browsed the remaining unchosen lenses, mourning my cool ones, when this male voice behind me says, "i think i can have them for you by noon tomorrow". Huh? Was he talking to me? ok, turn... Holy ****! It's RR, a person i dated in HIGH SCHOOL and who used to work there but that was some years back before i took my hiatus from life. He's laughing at the expression on my face. LoL Must've been stunning. "You're here!" Enter the first... i didn't know that!

We chatted a bit leaving ms. eyeglass-person standing there wondering what's going on. Eventually we clue her in and talk a little shop. i tell him my sad story and ask him what he thinks of the frames i chose. "Let's see", and i slip them on. He makes this little "eh", obviously not impressed, and i go for the funky ones that were my other choice... "Those!" he says, and the choice was made. We chatted a few minutes more and i was gone on my way home to return today at noon.