Ms. Magoo

On Friday, I was walking along minding my own business when I spotted an unusually gross slimy spot on the sidewalk. I took extra care to step around it, but managed instead to fall off the curb and land my butt cheek in the middle of the puddle. I jumped up quickly and walked off only to realize about ten minutes later that I´d knocked my glasses off in the fall. I went back for them, but they were gone! I´ve been getting along fine without them except for all the school stuff. Fortunately my teacher is really sweet and told me about a shoe store she saw with a sign stating that they sell reading glasses. I went by there yesterday, and when I inquired about glasses the store clerk got out a shoe box full of gently used glasses of varying perscriptions. I dug through and found a pair that kind of sort of seems close to what I need, so I am now the proud owner of small rectangle black wire frames with a deep smokey tint. I´m positive that I could find an eye doctor here and order appropriate glasses (assuming I could read the chart in Spanish), but I figure my groovy pair will work until I get back home. The happy ending to this story is that my old glasses probably ended up in a shoe box somewhere and will find a good home!