I went to the store to buy new sunglasses today. I broke my last pair in two places. Lest you think I’m some sort of fashionista, fear not! I will wear whatever sunglasses are handy, much to my son’s dismay. I don’t like squinting. However, I am not going to spend $100 on vintage Wayfarers or somesuch. We don’t have enough sun up here to justify having famous name sunblockers. Besides, I’d probably break them anyway.
I went to the meager selection of sunglasses. It seemed they were out there to appease the dolts like me who broke theirs or lost them. We’re having a sunny week. Don’t worry; it will pass. I looked around and around the pairs, some 3 dozen in total. I tried some on, but there was no mirror available to offer me a look at what worked and what didn’t. I’m kinda used to it, since those mirrors usually hit me around the top of my head, even when I stand on tiptoe. I ended up going to the dressing rooms to take a look.
I put them on my face and looked in the mirror. They seemed okay. Done! I went to the checkout line, along with a pair of jeans I rustled up along the way. Jeans that are the right length and fit are rare in my book. Except for the $100 pair I found at Buckle… and they’re still at Buckle.
I checked out and started stripping all the stickers off the glasses. I couldn’t wait to put them on when I got outside. Huh. Funny. There were two stickers in the middle of each lens of the sunglasses. I tried to scrape them off with my fingernail. Wait. Those weren’t stickers. I bought bifocal sunglasses! Horrors!
I had to laugh at myself. No wonder the “stickers’ wouldn’t peel off. They were a permanent fixture on the lens.
I went back inside and waited in line again, this time at Customer Service. I felt myself getting beet red as I told the nice young man behind the counter what I had done. He thought it was hilarious.
“Sunglass readers”, he chortled as he read the receipt. Awesome!
Yep. I *am* blonde on the inside.
Blame it on the sunshine.
The song is just bonus. Enjoy!