On Wednesday morning I had a follow up visit with my eye doctor concerning the floater in my right eye. Of course she dilated my eyes, necessitating the wearing of a dark plastic shade insert for my glasses.
Since I had a dental appointment later that same day, I just stayed in Tallahassee and ran a few errands in preparation for a trip to Texas. I needed quart storage baggies, so I ran into Winn Dixie where I ended up standing in the checkout line long enough to make friends with the 20-something man/boy in front of me.
We passed our time making snarky comments and contemplating the differences between Tampa (where he lived) and Tallahassee (where he’s moving).
After several minutes he asks, sincerely, “Where did you get those cool glasses?”
I looked carefully at him to see if he was being sarcastic, but couldn’t find a trace of that in his demeanor. With a grin, I pulled the plastic insert out from behind my glasses.
“You mean these?”
“Oh, I thought you just had some seriously cool glasses.”
I explained that I’d had my eyes dilated and that without the plastic shades everything would be too bright.
“Well, it’s a good look.”
You know what? I’m calling this one: “I’m Gonna Own This Fashion Statement.”