At the risk of writing the least important sentence in the newspaper today, I have to say: The left nose-pad of my glasses broke.
Glasses are tiresome things. I have worn them since fourth grade. Somewhere around sixth grade, I took them off to sleep and things went much better. "Why don't you pay someone to drill your eyeballs with laser beams?" I get asked all the time, and I always say I don't want Lasik. Turns out they're just insulting me.
But the point stands. I suppose I could get it, but I have this fear of sneezing during the procedure, and half my face is sliced off. The last time I saw anyone get strapped down with a laser heading toward them was a James Bond movie.
"Do you expect me to talk, Goldfinger?"
"No Mr. Lill-leks, I expect you to see!"
"It's Lie-lex. Long I. Not a short i."
"A short eye is what you'll have if you don't stop squirming."
Did you know you can get an eye exam online? They will send you a kit. You prop up the list, and then read the tiny letters. I always wondered why there's that minuscule line in the first place. If I could read that, would I be coming in for an eye test? I'd be sitting outside at a cafe betting people I could read license plates from three blocks away.