The Day I Flushed My Glasses Down the Toilet
Yes, it is best to be frank about it.
The truth could only have been put off for a few paragraphs anyway.
This tragedy all began on a Friday morning, a tragic day on which to begin any tragedy, especially one of such epic proportions as this. It starts with an alarm clock, which is set for 7:30 due to an impending class in Árnagarður, at 8:15 a.m. on the third floor. A sudden start from troubled dreams, an instant of confusion, and then the waking.
7:45. The shower. Uneventful, routine, shower-like. No screeching violins with the turning on of the taps, I put my glasses on top of the toilet for easy and convenient future access. And of course I put down the lid. I am not so irresponsible as to put my only pair of glasses this side of the ocean directly above an open toilet bowl.
7:50. The shower ends. I step out of the tub wrapped up in a towel and efficiently flush the toilet. Alas, in the same instant, I catch a finger somehow on the glasses, which are placed beside the button - on European toilets, located on top rather than on the side. Gracefully the glasses tumble down the back, do not fly off into the air but rather fall staight down, like a 60000 krónur metal waterfall, down through the fatal gap between lid and bowl and are gone. I throw up the lid. They are gone. The gap is just wide and high enough for a folded pair of glasses. And I have just seen my happy day flash before my eyes.
The rest is all a blur, literally. The funny thing is, despite all my expectations, it is actually a good day, once I recover from the shock. Sometimes you get a huge, random change thrown into your life when and how you really least expect it. But what could have been a total disaster in fact turned into a demonstration of the absolute best side of people and also the turning point that forced the Duck to finally get contacts.
A massive special thank-you (in case you're reading this!) to Inga, Jó, Mom/Dad/Sister Duck, Claudia and the optical store across from Bónus - all of whom were collectively responsible for turning a horrible tragedy into hilarious legend.
Now, as long as I can get these contacts out of my eyes again..
posted by Bláfinna @ 6:26 e.h.
5 Comments:
You know, I found that sometimes the world is a lot nicer if you don't see everything.
But contacts are a great invention, too. I started wearing them as well.
Good point, although it is in general useful to see at least something!
Contacts aren't working out for me that well so far though - half the time it's like looking at the world through gummy-morning-eyes.
Is this normal??????
I think you look really good without glasses, because you have really pretty eyes.
K2
How much time did you spend in front of the toilet, wondering whether you should try to get back your glasses?? Just curiosity...
Well, since you ask.... with 60000 krónur on the line, I didn't hesitate to plunge my entire arm into the inner workings of the pot. Kind of a Fear Factor/Survivor kind of psychology at work.....
Later one of my friends also attempted to retrieve the glasses in a similar (alas similarly fruitless) manner. Which is basically the entire definition of friendship, in a single gesture.
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