On Tuesday I got a card in the post telling me my new spectacles were ready.
So Wednesday morning I headed to collect them. On my way from the car park through M&S, I just happened to pick up a couple of items of clothing – funny, that.
While looking at trousers (pants) off its hanger and tucked my thumbs inside the waistband and pulled to see how much stretch there was.
A lady of much my years and girth was passing and turned to me with a sympathetic grin.
Every picture tells a story
Then when I got to the spectacle shop to collect my pair of varifocals and reading glasses, which I got as a buy one get one free offer, I asked about having my driving glasses tinted (as I experience glare). “No problem”, even though it was perfectly obvious from the case that I had bought them from a rival firm. So I chose the level of tint I wanted (half way between two samples).
She said it would take about an hour.
So I went to big chemist, book shop (long browse but bought nothing), to Body Shop and on to M&S for a cup of tea and a cheese scone.
So an hour’s wait cost about £41!.
How can that be?
Back home felt as though I had been put through a wringer, what with a lot of walking and carrying heavy shopping.
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There was a print problem in a previous version of this post. The only way to fix it was to copy it into Word, delete it and copy from Word as a new post.
The lengths I go to to keep my audience happy.
Mind you, the large font was soore on the eyes.
I thought you were trying to show us how the world looks through your new specs!
:-)
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