Sometimes I think I'm surprisingly well adjusted considering my roots
Dad needs new glasses. At the eye doctor recently, he found out that he has some serious eye problems, which he insists have nothing to do with his diabetes. I digress though. His eyes were examined and a new prescription was formulated for his bifocals. My mom went along with him supposedly to assist him with choosing a new set of frames so that he wouldn't pick something that looked ridiculous.
However, once he began looking around the store, she realized that he was in no mood for compromise. He had very solid ideas on what constituted the BEST frames, and none of his criteria involved any modicum of good taste.
Even the associate who was assisting them politely inquired as to whether he was ABSOLUTELY SURE that he wanted to choose that particular pair of glasses. My dad replied that he was quite certain, despite the fact that the glasses he'd chosen covered the majority of his face, from just above his eyebrows to mid-cheek.
"No matter which pair I choose, they're going to be the same price," my father explained to the clerk. "So I'm choosing the pair which offers the most possible glass."
Nevermind that your eyes can't possibly see out of the portion of the glasses that will be situated nearest his upper lip. He needed to get the most value for his money, and therefore, the largest pair of glasses in the store.
My mom can't wait until he brings these glasses home, purely for comedic value. We leave on vacation in two weeks, and all of our family photos will probably be dominated by Glasses Man. Oh well!
However, once he began looking around the store, she realized that he was in no mood for compromise. He had very solid ideas on what constituted the BEST frames, and none of his criteria involved any modicum of good taste.
Even the associate who was assisting them politely inquired as to whether he was ABSOLUTELY SURE that he wanted to choose that particular pair of glasses. My dad replied that he was quite certain, despite the fact that the glasses he'd chosen covered the majority of his face, from just above his eyebrows to mid-cheek.
"No matter which pair I choose, they're going to be the same price," my father explained to the clerk. "So I'm choosing the pair which offers the most possible glass."
Nevermind that your eyes can't possibly see out of the portion of the glasses that will be situated nearest his upper lip. He needed to get the most value for his money, and therefore, the largest pair of glasses in the store.
My mom can't wait until he brings these glasses home, purely for comedic value. We leave on vacation in two weeks, and all of our family photos will probably be dominated by Glasses Man. Oh well!