Order of Optical Operations (Please Excuse My Dear Opthamologist)

You go to the eye-doctor, and they dilate the hell out of your eyes, so you can't see . . . and then they expect you to pick out a pair of fashionable frames that fit your face?


rob said...

in fairness, dave, nobody expects *you* to pick out anything fashionable.

Dave said...

true, the little asian optical attendant pretty much picked out the frames for me, and she seemed very fashionable.

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