“I haven’t seen anything like this before!?! You put in the first one after a few times and the second one at the very first try?!? And you really haven’t worn contact lenses before?”
“Nope.” I tell him the truth, and then: “Oh, hello, world! Wow. This is … It’s great! Wow!”
And just like that, I am happy, exhilarated even. What a feeling! The illusion of seeing well with my eyes only is overwhelming.Wow.
“Look, I usually charge 25 € for this, per person, but since I haven’t had any work with her, because she put her lenses in immediately, I’m gonna charge both of you for only one check and consultation.”
So the nice guy telling me all about contact lenses was serious when he said I’d learnt it very fast. Very well.
“I’m gonna need a pair of new sunglasses.” I tell my hubby, grinning happily.
“I don’t understand that. I mean: I can’t do it like you said, because there’s a step in there, on one side. Where does it come from, I wonder.”
“Don’t worry, just cut it short. I’ve had short hair many times before and I like it.”
“OK, but where does the length difference come from. I mean-“
“No, it wasn’t one of you. To tell you the truth, it was me. I was working too much and wanted desperately to get my hair cut but I had no time. So I did it myself.”
I am actually blushing a bit, but she’s relieved. And a few minutes later, my haircut is all it should be. Though my hubby would have preferred it shorter, I feel I am old enough for some hair to put behind the ears with an elegant gesture, like a lady should, if she feels like it. Or something.