The medical director of IMO Grup Miranza Barcelona offers us this headline in ARA: "We have advanced solutions to say goodbye to glasses". Before continuing to read that it refers to the treatment of myopia, cataracts and all kinds of boomer conditions, I smile sarcastically. My fifty best friends and I have a few solutions to say "goodbye" to glasses:
Throwing out the trash with glasses in hand, which we've taken off to dial the secret number of the new intelligent and unintelligible container system, with such bad luck that we've thrown them out along with the bag. Once they've fallen inside the receptacle, we couldn't jump in to get them, because it closes automatically and, even if it didn't, we wouldn't see them, because they've already fallen into the "far" zone (you need glasses to see it) and not the "near" zone (you need to take off your glasses to see it).
At the supermarket, reading the calories and carbohydrates of a protein bread package you've been asked to get, with your glasses off your eyes. After a while, seeing that you can't see, looking for your glasses and not finding them. Looking in vain on the bread shelf, in the yogurt fridge, and in your pocket. Finally, feeling your head and discovering them as a headband.
Leaving them on the sofa (you don't need them to read) and discovering it when someone has sat on them irreversibly.
Leaving them inside the clothes closet.
Leaving them in a taxi, on the train, on a park bench.
Leaving them in the sink of the restaurant where you've eaten.
Leaving them... Where did I leave them? In none of these places I've just listed. No, I'm not wearing them... Where are they? I'll have to say goodbye to them again.
