Yesterday I went to the eye doctor for my annual exam. All went well, fortunately.
But the experience reminded me that those questions the eye doc asks when he makes you don those weirdo glasses drive me nuts: “Which is better, number 1 or number 2?” Another piece of glass in front of your eye, in and out of the opening: “1 or 2?” And then another and another, 1 or 2.
Who knows? More than half the time, neither is better. Both drift in and out of focus as I continue to look at them, and he continues to wait, trying to mask his impatience. Or maybe both are better in different ways. One is darker, one lighter—does that count? Do it again. And then, apologetically, maybe just one more time.
After a while, I started answering “the first one,” just to make a decision and move things along. Otherwise I’d have been there all afternoon.
It’s a small complaint in the scheme of things, I know. But I thought I’d share it with you, you lucky people.
ADDENDUM: Funny stuff. Suggested by commenter “Prince Benjamin”: