…happens to me about twice a week. They need a beeper in the rim. I swear I’d pay extra. I am farsighted and consequently have to take of f my glasses to deal with anything beyond arm’s length. This means I often take them off and lay them down to do a job…and then because I then can’t see anything that’s as close as arm’s length, searching for them is an exercise in frustration. I frequently find them, drop them, and step on them as I try to locate them. Costco has straightened these poor frames at least 3 times last year; I’ve straightened them under the hot water tap more than once. I stepped on them two days ago. I’ve dropped them out of the little sidepocket in the Forester onto the pavement several times last year. I’ve sat on them more than once. They’re about eight years old, if you can imagine the damage these poor things have taken. Now I’m typing with a pair of over-the-counters that don’t correct astigmatism, which is the main problem I have at short range.
It’s just a pain.
Yesterday I was so frazzled I baked a loaf of bread with no yeast—but fortunately realized it as it had just started to bake—because if it actually bakes, getting it out of the baking pan without hurting the pan is not easy: think of a very large thick stale bagel. Today I got it right. Got to check the kitchen counter there to see if that job is where I took off my glasses.