I look out the window at the white, wooden board sitting on the sidewalk outside LePeep Restaurant. In black print, I see specials and blurs that must be prices. I squint. I change angles. I move my multifocal glasses. I am stopped at a light directly across from that board. Instantly, I realize a large, new problem exists. I can’t even guess at these prices.
“Albert,” I say, “my glasses have gone bad. I can’t see the prices.”
He laughs.
I point out that glass is considered a liquid due to the fact that its molecules slowly descend over time. Obviously the glass has been running downhill.
Albert appears to doubt my explanation.
Being a rational person, I discount the possibility that LePeep deliberately smeared out all of its prices.
Trouble. I fear I will have to see Dr. Beckerman again. Once glasses have gone bad, only a new pair will fix the problem.
Yrs from the blue room where we see things differently.
