Glasses in the Mail
I've recently become addicted to buying glasses off the internet. I found reviews to this website, Zenni, on a forum I read, and since the internet people said it was good, it had to be true. Either that or I was out a grand total of $20, so whatever.
I went for a peek and browsed the ginormous selection of frames. I found a pair I liked and ordered it, and the checked my mailbox at the post office every three hours for the next week and a half.
This is what I got.
I was ecstatic and quite honestly, probably a little bit obsessed. I think I still am.
I ordered another pair of glasses and some sunglasses, both in my prescription, and they arrived as promised too, and I STILL WANT MORE. Mark told me that I could order one pair every month. 
Then again, he spilled boiling oil on me today and then laughed when I said 'ouch'. I'm not talking about a sheepish giggle, either. He was gut-laughing and knee slapping and not at all concerned about my well being. I got mad at him and pointed out that he'd just spilled boiling oil on my hand, and he laughed again and said it was funny. I don't think I have to listen to his opinion on glasses in light of this traumatic abusive episode.* 
* Calm down there buddy; no actual abuse occurred.
2 comments:
Thank you for this post, I go to the eye doctor next week and then I might have a new addiction, so my thanks is bittersweet. My book buying habits are expensive enough without adding to them.
Also I would never laugh at you if I spilled boiling oil on you. I would if you tripped though. Are your tattoos ok?
PS. I love the sunglasses!
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