Musings

of a S. O. F.

Number 2

Whut th' Hell yew mean I need BIFOCALS?!

Okay, so there I was, hangin' on those bolts, tryin' not to lean back too far, even though I was clipped in pretty good. Had my new glasses on. Kept looking at the bolts. They stayed out of focus. Craned my neck back: The bolts came in to focus. Relaxed and let myself sag back in to the natural lie of the anchors: bolts got fuzzy again.

Remembering back to last summer, when I went to the Optometrist, and he told me I'd probably need bifocals next time. Well, here I was, tryin' to see what the hell I'm doin', thinkin' how wrong that eye doctor was... that I needed them bifocals right then and there...

...dammit.