...and we ate at this restaurant that had it's own seasoning brand. It was a mixture of salt, pepper and garlic. how do I know this? Well, there was a container of it on the table. I picked it up and could read it, but when it came time to read the ingredients, nope, no way. I couldn't focus me eyes enough to read it. I had to hold the container about a foot in front of my face. Phoenix, the inconsiderate bastard laughed (course, I woulda laughed at HIM had he done it, so...) If i took my glasses off, then I could hold it at a regular distance and read it, but with my glasses on, nope, no way.
And then he said it. Phoenix actually said to me, "Well, I guess you'll have to get bifocals." The punk. That's not what you say to man who's damn near 40 and who's eyesight it failing! Nothing like kicking a man when he's down, eh?
I HATE getting old.
POLT = listening to "Trickshot" by Ceasefire
"On a scale of one to ten, ten being CJ, one being a monkey throwing feces, where do I rank?" "...You're doing...fine." - Josh Lyman, The West Wing
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