My glasses escaped from my jacket pocket in front of my house this morning.
Today is trash day.
Garbage trucks are heavy.
This is the result:
The scary thing is that they look to be fix-able, maybe. I'm going to swing by Sam's land shortly to see what can be done for them. At worst, I could re-use the lenses (which are 100% un-scratched) with a new frame.
Update: Well, Wal-Mart/Sam's wins today's award for meg-ginormous coroporation that's made me happy. The girl working at the optical center gave me a new set of frames and a new case and it only took about 15 minutes. She didn't even charge me for any of that. I am very pleased.
While I was waiting, I spotted a pair of glasses/sunglasses that I liked so I went ahead and ordered them. How is it that I went along fine for 15 years only having one pair of glasses and one pair of sunglasses at a time and yet all of a sudden I need to have back-ups to my back-ups.