A Good Imagination and a Pile of Junk

A few weeks ago I was heading up to Chez Bean, which involved me bolting from my desk at 5:00:01 like I was shot out of a gun to get to Grand Central Terminal (not station, terminal. Grand Central Station is a post office. But we’ve been through this, anyway…) in time for the 5:30something with a little bit of time to spare. I know I know, I can make it in 27 minutes from my apartment to the train by folding space and time, but that’s a power I don’t like to flaunt.

So I was sitting on the 5:33 at 5:28 having kept myself in sub-light mode. Now, that’s 5:33 on a Friday evening.

The train was empty.

I thought about it a couple seconds and realized how perfectly impossible those things were. I took up my bags and tore out of the train, up the track ramp and into the great hall. I looked at the board… Yep, track thirty-thr…wait… *squint*

SHIT

I bolted to track 36, seated my not inconsiderable duff in the seat and thought myself a good think.

There was no way around it. I couldn’t see the board. The big board. The one you can see clearly from across the entirety of GCT. I couldn’t see it.

My mind flashed through the last six months of increased squinting, hunching towards the computer, complaining about the light level.

sigh.

That was a month or more ago now. Today I came out of the subway and walked past a chain vision place. Walked in and asked about exams. Yep. Just sit there, he’ll call you in a minute.

Yadda yadda.

The verdict? Astigmatism, 20/50 left, 20/25 right.

Well, it was a good run. My family has been on me like white on rice for more than 30 years about my vision. “You sit in front of that thing so much, you’re gonna go blind.”

My sisters have had glasses for decades, my father since before I was born.

So, in a week I cross that line. Fine with me. I’ll find something suitable to my abnormally huge cranium. In the meantime I got the cheapest pair of glasses I didn’t hate. They look like you took a pair of glasses off a doll and tried to fit them on my skull.

Should be interesting.

So yeah, there’s that.

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