The snow that covered my glasses on the way to the store melts while I wait in line, making my vision blurry,
"Glasses aren't great in snow," I say to the cashier, but when I try to clean the lenses on my shirt tail, I end up wiping them on my wet jacket, which just makes everything worse.
"Of course, I'd probably be having less trouble if I was a little smarter," I add.
"Oh, come now," says the now visibly uncomfortable cashier as she rings up my purchase.
One year ago: Clickhole
Two years ago: Nostalgia Trip
Three years ago: Brief Encounter
Four years ago: Boundaries
Five years ago: Brother Paul
Post a Comment