So. I’m driving along in my car, and it occurs to me that I have a lot of pairs of glasses with me. I have my sunglasses on, and my regular glasses are in my pocket, which is pretty typical for me when the sun is out. So that’s two. And I am, I admit, a trifle nearsighted, so I keep an emergency pair in the glove compartment, because if for some reason my glasses break while I am out, I will need them to drive home. This makes perfect sense, right? It’s not crazy at all to keep a spare pair of glasses in the glove compartment. Probably some of you Gentle Readers do that, don’t you? Don’t you?\n
And again: in case my glasses break when I’m at work, I keep an old pair in my satchel. I have had the experience of having my glasses break when I was at work, and my Best Reader had to come in and rescue me. I sat in the back of the office and kept very still until she arrived. Did I mention I am a trifle nearsighted? I could not have safely crossed the street, much less made the trip on the T. So I keep an old pair of glasses in my satchel, just in case. Which, I hardly need point out, is perfectly reasonable, and not crazy at all. It just happened that I was taking the car, and so had both pairs of emergency backup glasses, as well as my current specs and my shades.\n
And my pince-nez. Because, you see, if I’m going to be wearing pince-nez during the show, I need to wear them during rehearsal, so as to be used to them, which isn’t crazy at all or anything like it. Just taking the pince-nez to rehearsal, like I am taking the shoes I will be wearing, like the women are bringing their corsets and so on and so forth. Nothing at all unusual about that.\n
So the fact that I was driving around with five pairs of glasses wasn’t, you know, odd or anything, was it?\n
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus<\/I>,
-Vardibidian.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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