This is what I awoke to last Sunday.
|My beautiful Versace babies finally gave up the ghost.
Thankfully I remembered where some tape was and was able to find it by feel. After doing the best I could to put my glasses back together, I put on pants and went to discover how bad this was going to be.
As I walked down the street with my glasses all cattywumpus, I pondered how this was going work out when there:
- Was a huge language barrier.
- No current prescription to work from.
- $90 in my bank account
So, putting all my fears aside I walked to the closest shop I could remember and tossed myself at their mercy. Thankfully, I found them full of goodness and grace.
|PROBLEM SOLVED: They took my prescription from my old glasses.
|PROBLEM SOLVED: The most expensive fancy lenses are $55 ($350 in the states)
Twenty minutes later I walked out of the store with an amazing pair of
glasses that cost a grand total of $73!!!
Now, I have no idea why they were able to turn over a some of the best lenses I've had in my life in a matter of minutes when, back home, they act likes it's a miracle of the gods to get them for me. Nor do I know why the super compressed lenses with coatings were only $35 and the attractive frames were only $35 as well. What I can say is that I couldn't have been more happy and thankful.
|New glasses in all their wonder.