[B][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Things that **** me off….[/FONT][/SIZE][/B]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Sure we all have things that bother us that seem so trivial that they shouldn’t hamper your natural enjoyment of life, but there are a few that absolutely drive me insane.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[B][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Today’s Entry (4/14) Going to the optometrist. [/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Every time I go to the optometrist I leave with the feeling that I would probably be better off just plucking my eyeballs out of their sockets with a rusty pocket knife. You make your appointment for 10:00am.on Tuesday March 11th. They send you a little postcard to remind you that you have an appointment for 10:00am.on Tuesday March 11th. They call you the day before to confirm that you have an appointment for 10:00am.on Tuesday March 11th. So you arrive tot heir office at 9:45am because you have an appointment for 10:00am.on Tuesday March 11th.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]And they call you in promptly at 10:47am only to have you sit in the dimly lit examining room for another 11 minutes waiting for the doctor to come in. He/ she is always all smiles and quick with the great optometry pun of “It’s good to [U]see[/U] you!!” They must teach that gem on the first day of school.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Now you have to go through the torture of having bright lights shown into your eye and are told not to look at the light. If you want me to not want to look at something hold up a picture of my mother-in-law and tell me not to look at it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Ok so now that I am seeing more little flashing lights then Britney Spears coming out of/going into rehab, that aren’t really their I have to now perform this weird field sobriety test where I follow your pen without moving my head. If I do it right do I get a biscuit and a rub on my belly?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Then comes my favorite part the eye chart…and he starts yelling at me like I am 4 years old and can’t make my own decisions.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“Which is better…1 or 2?”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“2”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]"[SIZE=4][B]1 [/B][/SIZE]or 2?”[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“2” (Geez I already told you)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]"[SIZE=5][B]1 [/B][/size][SIZE=3]or 2?”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“2” (Is this guy deaf??)[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]“[B][SIZE=7][COLOR=red]1 [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B][SIZE=3]or 2?”[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“Ummmm 1?” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]“Good!!”[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]So now I have been totally humiliated and berated but is he done? Nooooooooo.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Now he has to dilate my eyes. In go the drops and out I go to the waiting room to sit for another 20 minutes. I can’t see anything so I cannot read that issue of Highlights for the 4th time and there is either no music or the worst Muzak you have ever heard (Now I need to puncture my eardrums with that rusty pocket knife)[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]20 minutes passes in what seems like hours and I tell the receptionist, the nurse and quite frankly anyone who will listen at this point that I can see clearly again and am ready to go. They tell me the doctor will be right with me with my prescription and to discharge me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]16 minutes later he comes back out and lets me go with a “Hope to [U]see[/U] you again soon” (Wow he must have gotten an “A” in that class)[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Drop off the prescription at the 1 hour eyeglass place and they are ready in 2 hours. (I just have them use my old frames cause if I go through the entire process because I might miss dinner, or the ball game or my 6 year olds wedding day) [/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I could just get laser eye surgery and not have to put up with the ordeal every year but then what would I have to complain about?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Tune in again to find out.[/SIZE][/FONT]

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