I knew two things going into the
store: the first was that I didn’t want glasses like the ones I had for the
past seven years and the second was that I didn’t want to spend more than two
hundred dollars.
When I walked into the Vision
Center, the helpful associate directed me to the correct section, but I still
chose a child’s set first and wondered why my head felt so huge before I read
the sign that indicated it was clearly not my size.
My son saw the situation unfolding
and immediately asked to use the restroom. The front one was being cleaned so
he had to go to the back. “Fine,” I muttered distractedly.
I was certain that I didn’t want a
pair with those pesky nose pads so began to try on every set without them
except for the crazy colors. Pink is adorable for certain people, but there are
times that my outfit is not going to match my glasses and I just did not feel
like spending money to coordinate my clothing with my eyewear.
My daughter was checking out the
kids’ section and showing me her choices for my face. “How about these, Mommy?”
I advised her not to play with the
products and continued my search when I realized I had wandered into the men’s
section. I doubled back and found several frames that were pleasing enough to
pass the instant rejection status I had given many of the others. Most were
Daisy Fuentes’s brand. I tried to remember where I had heard of her and seemed
to think she was affiliated with MTV (later confirmed with an Internet search).
She wanted about 90 bucks for her name association.
“No,” I thought to myself, “I don’t
like them that much.”
“Mommy! How much longer are you
going to be?” My daughter’s patience was wearing thin and my son had been in
the bathroom for an incredibly long time.
I started looking at the price tags
first before taking them off the rack. The Sofia Lorens were quite expensive
and there were other top shelf brands I paid no attention to whatsoever.
I spied a pair of Paula Deens that
were passable before I began really exploring my feelings concerning Mrs. Deen.
See, her name was printed right on the sides and not concealed in any way at
all. I have nothing against Paula, but I don’t want her full name on my
glasses! If it were her initials, I may have considered it, but come on!
“Mommy! I’m so bored!”
I saw my son looking at the books
and pretending he was alone; just a preteen guy with no supervision waiting for
a girl to come talk to him.
I turned back to the task at hand
and tossed out my notion that nose pads were evil. I picked a pair of Apple
Bottom frames. They were nice. In fact, I liked them a lot. There was no name
on the side, the fit was perfect, and the price allowed me to grab a pair of
prescription sunglasses.
I left happy and both sets were
ready in four days. Hopefully, I won’t have to do this again for a long time.
