At Denver I waited patiently at the baggage turnstile. As my bag dropped harshly down onto the moving conveyor belt I felt a strange foreboding start to rumble in the pit of my stomach. I unzipped the bag, and there, on top, was a nice little flyer from the TSA informing me that my bag had been randomly selected to be opened, have the contents spilled out and had an employee perform the Mexican hat dance on my belongings.
Long story short....They broke my glasses right down the middle.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up and my eyes were completely covered over by what I refer to as "eye boogers." After flushing my eyes with warm water to clear them away I looked up at myself in the mirror. Now I've never been stoned before, but this morning was my chance to see how I would look if I ever decided to indulge myself in some mary jane. Believe me...it was not pretty.
I decided that I absolutely could not wear my contacts today, but that left me in a pickle.
No contacts, broken glasses, 20 minute drive into work.....what a dilemma.
Suddenly I had an inspiration.
I raced down to the kitchen and picked up the tape. I proceeded to huge a huge strip of tape to hold my glasses together. Yes, I was sporting this look into work today:
The really nerdy part about this story is that I was laughing at myself the entire ride into work.
Pretty dorky if you ask me.