What do I see with my little eye?
Laugh all you want at the reference, but it was true. The sky was a perfect blue, and the world around me smelled like blooming wildflowers.
There was just an eensy problem.
I broke my glasses. And that was a real problem, because I had a blind date that night. Oh, well. I guessed it'd really be blind.
I had a friend drop me off, and I felt my way inside the restaurant. Maybe it was a good thing I couldn't see the strange looks I was getting.
I was let to the table. The guy, a supposedly handsome, but rather blurry guy named Mark, was already there. I sat down and nervously explained why it seemed I was missing my guide dog.
He started laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"What?" I asked, ashamed now.
"I...I'm an...I do eye surgery for a living..." He managed to say, before cracking up again.
Needless to say, I don't need glasses now. And I have a very funny husband.