I was wandering alone at the mall — a very rare occurrence for me — looking for a pair of sunglasses. After finding a reasonably priced Kiosk, I stopped to browse and made a startling realization: I'm OLD.
Aside from what seemed to be obvious exceptions (though now I'm not so sure), I was unable to tell the men's glasses from the women's. Too shy to ask the attendant for help, I called Jess.
After she finished laughing, she ran through a list of brand names that only make men's glasses so that as long as I stuck to those brands I'd be okay. This seemed like it would be a big help until I realized, I don't even know what looks good these days. She told me to just pick out what I liked and that she was sure it would be just fine. I'm glad she had faith in me, because I sure didn't.
I returned to the kiosk with me new found knowledge and began browsing like I knew what I was doing. I found a pair that resembled a certain style of glasses that I remembered my dad wearing when I was younger. I knew the 60s and 70s were sort of back in style and I really liked the look of these glasses, so that was that.
Only it wasn't. I didn't trust myself. Again I telephoned Jess.
"I found some glasses."
"Good!"
"I'm not sure if they look good", I add apprehensively.
"I'm sure they're fine."
"Have you ever seen Easy Rider? You know, with Peter Fonda?"
"No. But I can look it up…. THOSE LOOK GOOD!"
Okay then. I guess I'll buy them.
They do look good, I guess.
