I got new glasses a few days ago. Big, over-sized, Woody Allen glasses. They are my new favorite things. Except when I wear them around, I can't decide if I'm the hottest thing ever or if I'm absolute hipster scum.
I asked one of my neighbors for her opinion on the new glasses. "They make you look really smart," she replied. "After all, you're not one of those lazy kids that drinks nothing but Pabst Blue Ribbon."
Shortly after that, I walked into the pub with some friends and the bartender popped open a can of Pabst the minute he saw me walk in. "The usual, I assume?" he asked, sliding the beer towards me.
"By the way, nice glasses," he added as I fished around in my purse for two dollars.
I mumbled a "thank you," paid for my crappy beer, and proceeded to run into Mr. Syracuse. He was drinking alone at the end of the bar and immediately noticed my new glasses.
"Are those prescription?" he asked, smirking just a little bit.
"Yes," I said, wondering how many people would dare to ask me that question. "Yes, I actually need glasses to see things."
Over the past few days, several people have felt the need to ask me whether or not my new glasses have prescription lenses in them.
I doubt Woody Allen ever had to put up with that.