yesterday i had to have an eyetest so off we went to the two for one shop i spec you know where i mean.
a young lady ( whose nationality i shall not print cos i am not gonna look like a racist or a bigot) asked to to go to a check in desk.... I was in my wheelchair with myyoung carer
she asked how old i was and I replied sixty seriousy she said i need to fill this in how old areyou sixty i replied. with a pained look at me she turned to penny the carer and askedin a low voice how old is she.
sixty one this month said penny and burst out laughing.
oh just give he date of birth thenshe said deciding for some reason i was not all there.
she then took me across to a huge machine to photograph my eyeballs. scary stuff.
put your chin here and lean your forehead there she said in slow words like you would to a child,
being a patient person by nature i ignored the way she was handling me and did as she had said
going around to the back of the machine she said now dont move okay dont move. i froze on the chair
can you see the hot air air ballon she said to me who was looking at the grey casing of the machine.
nope i replied. my dear it looks like a round thing with abasketunder it i will make it bigger for you
now try to think hard and look at the hot air balloon can you see it now
nope i said.
just then andolder woman who turnedout to be my optician came pastand saidto the young girl in slow words that she could understand. the patient has to look into the glass to see the balloon and moved the machine to the correct place.
REVENGE IS SO SWEET.
as i left i turned to the delightfully patient but stupid young lady ans said in a loud stage whisper i may be old and unable to walk but at least my brain works.....