Thursday, July 15, 2010

Lurching toward lunch

The hostess scrutinized me with a long hard look as I lurched in the restaurant door, correcting my trajectory just enough to miss crashing into the check-in podium. As she led me tottering along to the table I got a couple of curious glances. Once seated, I took off my glasses...OMG I still had on the "car only" bashed and battered pair I try to remember never to wear in public. Pranged and twisted, lenses scratched and barely hanging together, these glasses work for driving but they look like a joke! Sitting askew on my face they authenticate my current drunk bag-lady look.

For a fleeting moment, I thought perhaps the glances might have been admiring ones aimed at my butt, the subject of some recent attention (goslings on the rear) by fellow book club members*. Of course, I've lived long enough to know better. Apparently the neural connection all of us jack-asses have in common - the one which clouds over actual facts with unreliable information (known world-wide as having one's head up one's butt) is still operational.

Despite the delusions, lunch was good.

*A short story but better told elsewhere. 


2 comments:

  1. i'm having glasses problems too. One pair is completely broken so I'm wearing the pair that is way too big for me. Every time I bend over or lean down my glasses fall off. Then I have to scramble to find them. Why-oh-why don't I go and get some new glasses?
    Nancy

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  2. Oh yes....I forgot the falling off part. Mine do too. Next time there's an attractive sale at Wal Mart...I think they discount glasses before school starts up again.

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