I hate getting my eyes examined, which is why I only submit to it every two years or so. Since part of the reason I go is to make sure that any symptoms of glaucoma or macular degeneration are found, I get the full check-up, involving horrible chemicals to dilate the pupils. These, of course, affect my vision, so I can’t drive home afterwards; fortunately the walk is only about 25 minutes each way, so it’s not too big a deal.
As I was walking home I realised I must have looked more than a little weird in my jeans and a nondescript winter coat, with a floppy sunhat pulled down around my face to minimize the light getting into my stressed eyes, despite the cloud. Not that anyone seemed to notice of course, this being Vancouver.