I love contact lenses.
Contact lenses are great inventions. They replace fugly black rimmed glasses. They don’t go foggy when you enter a hot place after cycling in the cold, and they don’t blur your vision when in the rain. They don’t fall off when I try to look cool in gym and make a flip. They don’t need to be taken out when you take shower.
Unfortunately, contact lenses are tiny. They can easily get lost.
This morning, after I was brutally awoken by someone ringing the doorbell at 9am, I was getting ready for an exciting day of doing nothing all day long and then going to Borat in the evening. All seemed to be going well. I was about to put my contact lenses in.
But then disaster struck. My right lens slipped out of my fingers and landed somewhere mysterious. I almost had a panic attack, contact lenses are expensive –what if it was gone? And more importantly, how would I watch Borat tonight?
I spent a good 25 minutes looking in the sink area for my lens that I was already missing. Just before I was about to commit suicide because I was so upset, I leant forward. Out of nothing, I heard my lens fall onto the ground.
I was happy for three reasons. One; I didn’t have to commit suicide. Two; I didn’t have to spend the rest of my morning around my sink looking for my love. Three; I could watch the Borat movie without humiliation.
Contact lenses are great inventions. They replace fugly black rimmed glasses. They don’t go foggy when you enter a hot place after cycling in the cold, and they don’t blur your vision when in the rain. They don’t fall off when I try to look cool in gym and make a flip. They don’t need to be taken out when you take shower.
Unfortunately, contact lenses are tiny. They can easily get lost.
This morning, after I was brutally awoken by someone ringing the doorbell at 9am, I was getting ready for an exciting day of doing nothing all day long and then going to Borat in the evening. All seemed to be going well. I was about to put my contact lenses in.
But then disaster struck. My right lens slipped out of my fingers and landed somewhere mysterious. I almost had a panic attack, contact lenses are expensive –what if it was gone? And more importantly, how would I watch Borat tonight?
I spent a good 25 minutes looking in the sink area for my lens that I was already missing. Just before I was about to commit suicide because I was so upset, I leant forward. Out of nothing, I heard my lens fall onto the ground.
I was happy for three reasons. One; I didn’t have to commit suicide. Two; I didn’t have to spend the rest of my morning around my sink looking for my love. Three; I could watch the Borat movie without humiliation.
So there you have it. My longing to watch the Borat movie encouraged me to look for my right contact lens. Go Borat!
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