Forward into the Light
So within 10 minutes of being told I needed glasses (well, not so much ‘needed’ as ‘could do with’ or ‘would benefit from’ or ‘useful if you want to prevent that burning, itching sensation, in your eyes, at least’)
— (oh, and not so much ‘glasses’ as … well, glasses, really) —
within just TEN minutes of being told I needed (the very mildest prescription we have for) glasses, and even in the absence of any such glasses, a friend had called me four-eyes.
Within 15 minutes, word had spread to other parts of the building and I received an email that read,
“How many fingers am I holding up?”