The tiny screw that holds the left arm of my sunglasses managed to extricate itself and escape.
They’re cheap sunglasses that I bought from the drug store,
but they’re adequate to my needs.
I’m not a blingy girl,
I’m actually sort of an anti-blingy girl,
but I eventually grew to like the few tiny rhinestones in the faux tortoiseshell inlays.
The thing that makes these sunglasses so helpful though, is their size.
They’re big enough to fit completely over my normal prescription glasses
but, strangely, they don’t look bulky when I’m wearing both pair.
As a result, they’re an adequate work-around for someone
who can’t afford prescription sunglasses.
Hell, if I currently can’t afford to replace
the tarnished four-year outdated normal prescription glasses
I started wearing when I broke my two year old prescription glasses,
I certainly can’t afford to purchase a new more expensive pair of prescription sunglasses.
(Yes, I tried combination glasses that change opacity with the light once upon a while ago, but I didn’t like how they react to fluorescent lighting.)
So when the screw managed to escape and disappear to who knows where,
I had a choice -
a month’s long search for another cheap pair of sunglasses
that fit comfortably over my regular glasses,
repair this pair,
or do without.
I’m actually rather proud of myself.
I slipped a paperclip through the hinge-holes,
twisted the wire,
clipped and filed the ends with my jeweler’s tools,
and - voila! -
one adequate pair of sunglasses saved from the rubbish bin.
All this to say,
obviously, I failed to win the $435 million lottery last night.
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