Saturday afternoon, I had an eye exam at Target. Yes, I know. Target. Get your laughs in. And, now that you got your laughs in, get some more laughs in when I relate that my previous eye exam was at Wal-Mart.
Hey, whatever knocks you may have against having your eyes examined where people bargain shop for underwear, I have to say this: they're awesome about seeing you on short notice, and I needed contact lenses, damnit.
Which is funny, because after all the rigamorale of filling out paperwork, and then undergoing the eye exam itself, I found myself driving home and thinking "you know, I don't think I ordered any contact lenses."
Sure enough. I didn't. I have a eye prescription, but nothing to show for it. What kind of brain fart was that? Seriously.
Posted by Ryan at February 22, 2010 04:23 PM | TrackBack
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