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I'm sure all of you would love to hear a story:
My co-worker Josh tells me the story of his contacts. His eyes were bothering him after a long day of wearing contacts and staring at a computer screen. It's about 11pm and he needs to get them out but first he needs to fix his glasses (the nose pad was broken). So out comes the krazy glue and the fun starts. He fiddles with the cap of the glue for awhile until the package of glue explodes all over his hands. Now faced with the moral dilemna of whether to stick his fingers in his eyes, promptly gluing them to his eyeballs, or sit there and mope, he chooses to yell for his girlfriend. With sticky hands and a heavy heart, his girlfriend kindly removes his contacts from his eyes. The first goes both fine and dandy. But the second left him wishing he had his own hands to do such delicate work.
Fun.
My co-worker Josh tells me the story of his contacts. His eyes were bothering him after a long day of wearing contacts and staring at a computer screen. It's about 11pm and he needs to get them out but first he needs to fix his glasses (the nose pad was broken). So out comes the krazy glue and the fun starts. He fiddles with the cap of the glue for awhile until the package of glue explodes all over his hands. Now faced with the moral dilemna of whether to stick his fingers in his eyes, promptly gluing them to his eyeballs, or sit there and mope, he chooses to yell for his girlfriend. With sticky hands and a heavy heart, his girlfriend kindly removes his contacts from his eyes. The first goes both fine and dandy. But the second left him wishing he had his own hands to do such delicate work.
Fun.