My glasses are crooked. They don’t line up evenly with both of my eyebrows, which is soon to be just one eyebrow unless I get some professional grooming done.
Years of the kids ripping them off my face and one day of tripping over a Lego castle have rendered them cockeyed.
I can almost get them straight if I put the left side up on the side of my head about a half inch above my ear. But this only works until I move my head or the wind blows.
I went to the eye doctor and asked the technician to fix them. She did and handed them back to me. I told her they still weren’t straight.
“Yes they are,” she said. “But let me see them again.”
She fiddled with them for almost three seconds, handed them back and sternly told me that they were fine.
I said thanks and left.
