Most likely, one day I'll be a rare, glasses-wearing breed. Despite the fact that I could wear invisible eyewear on a daily basis, I'm rather fond of my diamond-studded Chanel frames.
But yeah. In order to fly down the slopes in my previously mentioned pink helmet, I need something slightly less breakable.
I decided to get my conctacts at Costco. They called the other day, letting me know that my 3-month supply was ready. Cool.
PrincessMalin: "Hi. I'm here to pick up my contacts."
CostcoDude: "Yep, here you go."
Mere moments later:
PM: "Umm ... I just opened these in the car and it looks like these are 6 lenses for my left eye."
CD: "Yes, that's what you ordered."
PM: "No, pretty sure I ordered lenses for both eyes -- so I can see."
A few more moments later later, I exited the super-security-enabled bulk-foods warehouse with refills for both eyeballs in hand. It seems a teensy clerical snafu almost landed me with a pirate patch.
In other news: They're opening a TJs down the hill. Next Friday. Super-exciting.