Weeks ago, I lost my reading glasses. Where the hell they are, I have no idea. You know, I need my glasses to find my glasses.
My son picked up on my problem during a recent visit. We walked over to the Walgreens on Madison Avenue and he got me another pair. Actually, he got me two pair. They had this deal, buy one, get one free.
I got a son who looks out for his old man. I’ll never complain about that.
I guess with having new glasses now, I could look for the pair I lost. Screw it. I don’t give a shit anymore.
(I also could care less where I found the photo of the reading glasses. Sue me)