Friday, March 20, 2009
Too Cool for School
I don't even remember how it happened.
Maybe I wasn't seeing the board in school. Maybe it was a routine eye screening with the school nurse. Maybe it was my dead-on Stevie Wonder impression. Either way, my six-year-old self was faced with the life-changing news that I had to get glasses.
Not the end of the world.
But I sure didn't appreciate my new term of endearment. Four eyes.
Looking back now, I'm kind of pissed. I mean, LOOK AT THOSE THINGS!! Could my parents have chosen a more hideous, shockingly lame, bargain pair than that? Would that have been possible??
Geez. Throw me a bone over here. No tasteful wire rims in the store? Nothing that wasn't, well, square? Why don't you make me wear a leisure suit while you're at it.
Oh wait. They did that too.