
Instead of something like this:

So there I was, beautiful Atlanta, GA. I had a couple hours to kill before my friend was finished with work, so I decided to head to nearest mall and get some stuff done. I had a watch with a broken band-fixed it. The woman was far too nice for the typical jewelry desk salesperson; she did all the work for free, and didn't even charge for the part.
I found a kitchen store; for all who know me, it was a mandatory stop.
Then I walked around a corner only to see a wall full of frames in a store. "It has been at least three years since my last in-depth examination," says I.
I remembered of a discussion with my friend Jules... A quote in that conversation went something like this: "Why wouldn't you want to see!?"
I must explain... I have had better than 20/20 vision my whole life. It's been 20/10, historically, and I still can read the bottom line of any chart without much of a problem. Now I can read from 10 feet further back.
The interesting thing is this: I have been noticing that things aren't as sharp as they used to be, and I was thinking it was time to see for sure. As it turned out, I have a very slight astigmatism in the right eye, and very slight myopia in both.
I can see with such amazing clarity now - back to top shape.
And all for the low price of a couple hundred and a couple hours in a mall...
I love this country.
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