He took off his glasses,
examined the outside
of the lens, noticed
the spray of something
blocking his vision.
“Every day, often, I
deal with this. Where
does this stuff come
from?” he asked. His
wife said, “Just be glad
you wear glasses.” “May-
be I should get goggles?”
“Hold off for a while, my
lovable, one-eyed Minion.”
“Hey, I still have a little
sight in that eye.” “That
you do, darling, and I’m
glad for you and me.”