I got another pair of glasses! Everyone I meet seems to like to say “You got another pair of glasses?!”
I don’t think they quite realize how much I love glasses. Neither does the man who I get them done from. I mean, you would think that I would be his favorite customer. But I’m not. Because he doesn’t have favorite customers. He doesn’t even smile. I like to call him Mr. Grumpy-pants (very creative aren’t I?).
So I go to Mr. Grumpy-pants to collect my new vintage extremely oversized glasses. He takes them out, wipes them clean, and hands them to me frowning the whole time. I honestly wonder if his job is that stressful. No judgment or anything, but it must be pretty bad to want to frown every minute of every day.
I put them on. “Oh my gosh! I can see everything!” (I am not the shiniest penny if you haven’t guessed already)
My excitement can be clearly seen on my face (and heard, I tend to get pretty loud when I’m excited). The lady at the next counter even turned around to see what the fuss was all about.
“Are they comfortable?” Mr. Grumpy-pants asks me
“They’re perfect! I love them!”
Then wonder of wonders, he smiles at me. Mr. Grumpy-pants SMILES at me. And not just a upturned corners smile, a big wide toothy grin!
Apparently, he’s never seen anyone get so excited over glasses. I don’t understand why. They should. You all should! Do me a favor, next time you buy a pair of glasses, pretend to be excited. You could make someone’s day!
Or you could just donate blood.