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adrian_turtle, rysmiel, and I were wandering around bookstores. It was a hot, bright day, and we were all wearing our SolarShield sunglasses, the ones that go over the prescription glasses, block all the UV, and make me suspect that I look like a low-rent imitation of a stormtrooper. Someone backed up and stepped on Adrian's foot, started to apologize, saw her glasses, and then noticed that we were a matched set. She followed up the apology with wanting to know where we'd gotten the glasses, and I think was disappointed to be told "Boston" (mine and Rysmiel's were bought in New York, but that's not useful either if someone is hoping for the name of an optician in Montreal).
A few hours later, I broke mine on our way back from getting ice cream at Maple Delight, in the Old Port. The usual-for-me failure mode, which is the left hinge breaking. (I seem to put them on, take them off, or both in an asymmetrical fashion.) When we got home, Rysmiel looked through previously-damaged pairs of these glasses, found an extra left earpiece with a still-intact hinge, and handed me a perfectly usable pair of glasses. (These glasses run $15-20 a pair, so it's not surprising that they aren't that sturdy; I'd pay a bit more for sturdier ones if they had the virtues of these, namely being large enough to go over prescription eyeglasses and protect my eyes almost entirely from bright sunlight--I really don't want to pay for prescription bifocals, and I like not having bright light slide in around the edges of a pair of sunglasses.) That was a nice surprise: I'd expected to borrow one of the spares I'd brought Rysmiel for a day or two, then hope for the best on the trip home and get out my spare pair. I'll need it sooner or later, but later is better in this case.
adrian_turtle, rysmiel, and I were wandering around bookstores. It was a hot, bright day, and we were all wearing our SolarShield sunglasses, the ones that go over the prescription glasses, block all the UV, and make me suspect that I look like a low-rent imitation of a stormtrooper. Someone backed up and stepped on Adrian's foot, started to apologize, saw her glasses, and then noticed that we were a matched set. She followed up the apology with wanting to know where we'd gotten the glasses, and I think was disappointed to be told "Boston" (mine and Rysmiel's were bought in New York, but that's not useful either if someone is hoping for the name of an optician in Montreal).A few hours later, I broke mine on our way back from getting ice cream at Maple Delight, in the Old Port. The usual-for-me failure mode, which is the left hinge breaking. (I seem to put them on, take them off, or both in an asymmetrical fashion.) When we got home, Rysmiel looked through previously-damaged pairs of these glasses, found an extra left earpiece with a still-intact hinge, and handed me a perfectly usable pair of glasses. (These glasses run $15-20 a pair, so it's not surprising that they aren't that sturdy; I'd pay a bit more for sturdier ones if they had the virtues of these, namely being large enough to go over prescription eyeglasses and protect my eyes almost entirely from bright sunlight--I really don't want to pay for prescription bifocals, and I like not having bright light slide in around the edges of a pair of sunglasses.) That was a nice surprise: I'd expected to borrow one of the spares I'd brought Rysmiel for a day or two, then hope for the best on the trip home and get out my spare pair. I'll need it sooner or later, but later is better in this case.
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