Guys don't make passes... take 2
I picked up my new glasses yesterday. They're close enough to the old pair that nobody has noticed yet. Still, they're more durable than the old pair, since Junior himself, or something he owns, manages to bonk me in the face about once a week.
The optician called me to let me know they were in. I expected to see her when I got to the office, but instead the other optician was there... the one who reminds me of Orlando Bloom. Needless to say, it was rather unnerving to sit there while he stared at me, trying to determine whether my glasses needed to be adjusted.
The optician called me to let me know they were in. I expected to see her when I got to the office, but instead the other optician was there... the one who reminds me of Orlando Bloom. Needless to say, it was rather unnerving to sit there while he stared at me, trying to determine whether my glasses needed to be adjusted.