...those $2.99 non-prescription glasses that you bought down at Raji's Corner Deli on 106 Kenmare St in N. Y. C. You know the ones that you used to go around claiming that they where "more-money-than-you-guys-will-ever-make" expensive designer frames and special prescription glass hand cut in Switzerland just for you and your valuable eyes. Remember, the ones that you said your gorgeous twentysomething stockbroker girlfriend had specifically had imported for you so that she could prove her love for you without a doubt.
So please tell me how the hell are you able to keep track of the numbers during bingo night with the other old farts without your glasses now then? And I'd really like to hear the wild tale you must have spun to explain where those "glamorous designer glasses" went to.
