standing at the cashier to pay for my very good deal, (cashmere sweater), when I realized my reading glasses were not in my pocketbook. Or on my head. Oh, Lord. I've lost my glasses. The saleswoman offered me hers.
"Thank you, but let me just look in the fitting room. Maybe they fell on the floor." Not on the floor, or the chair. This lost eyeglass scenario is becoming a little all too common for my liking. I should have them surgically attached to my face.
I bent down to see if my glasses fell into my shopping bags and as I foraged around I felt something on my shirt. I screamed and tried to jump away from myself. From the corner of my eye something was dangling or climbing, I couldn't be sure, perhaps a rare beige bug or a baby lizard had dropped on me from the ceiling above, or climbed up my leg. It could happen. I live in Florida.
The saleswoman looked at me, eyes wide. "Oh my, there's your glasses, hanging on you shirt."
Oy.
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