If I could have but one object, it would be my glasses. Without them, I’m helpless.
The “sphere” of my left eye is -8.75. This means that I see at 10 feet what a perfect-sighted person sees at 87.5 feet. To put this in perspective, without my glasses I can’t make out the top letter on an eye chart.
I broke my glasses when I was 17, and for some forgotten reason (this seems insane today) insisted on going to my job at Roy Rogers. On the way there, I walked into a metal pole. It was the pole of a No Parking sign. I simply walked into it.
Later that day, while scooping French fries, I saw a brown shape dart past my foot.
“A mouse!” I cried.
It was a hamburger bun.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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