My eyesight can be hit or miss |
I thought I’d stop and have a bite and maybe grab a brew. The pretty waitress smiled at me. She must be someone new. She wore a nametag on her blouse. I couldn’t make it out. I squinted as I stared at it. She looked at me with doubt. Her name might start with ‘B’, I thought. I couldn’t read the rest. My eyesight can be hit or miss. I looked up from her chest. “What are you looking for down there? My face is way up here.” I looked her in the eyes this time and ordered a draft beer. I wasn’t being rude, you know, but my poor eyes are bad. And looking at her chest like that I must seem like a cad. When she returned I smiled at her as she set down my beer. I snuck a new look at her blouse as I said, “Thank you, dear.” Her nametag shouldn’t be in script. It’s hard for me to read. Now I look like a leering fool, a depraved jerk, indeed. I finished up my beer real fast and headed for the door. The bill was not too much at all, but I left her lots more. I have to get my eyes checked out before I cause a fight. Or maybe I’ll just have to wear dark glasses day and night. Was that Betty? Brenda? Maybe Beth. I think she liked me. |