Freakin' Scratch

I dropped my freakin’ glasses this morning. I tend to do this a lot, but usually I’m lucky enough to do it on carpet, or desktop, or PLOP…into the bath. Yes I like a good bath, AND I wear my glasses while sponging. It makes me feel sexy.

Yet, I had no luck in the dropping department this morning. BANG! Right on the concrete.

Now, I have “scratch resistant” glasses. BULLSHIT! This was the FIRST time they have landed on a less than nice surface, and BEHOLD –a BIG FUCKING SCRATCH! Not on the side, not along the bottom edge……right dead smack in the middle of the right lens.

BAM! These things are apparently as scratch resistant as hemophiliac.

Now when I put my glasses on, I look dead into my frustration. There it is…oh there it is….no it’s over there! DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so concentrated on the scratch in my way, that I swear I can see tiny little construction workers kneeling by it on the glass. Just before I go completely wall-eyed I hear one of them say “Well, I think we better call someone about this……what’s for lunch?”

I am seriously considering scratching the other lens so that I don’t feel off balance. Completely fucked is the only option at this point.

I hate a job half done.

FU