Express my ass

So I broke my glasses…I know! My mother already gave me this whole speech on how I should be more careful and how everything should be put in a safe place. Personally I believe that I should just not after sitting on my glasses try to get them from under me without moving, I know! That was my bad! Any who so I went to Eye Mart Express because that’s where I bought them (and by “I” I mean my parents) so I get there and the place is packed, which just clarified any doubts I might have had on the whole creation vs. evolution debate because seriously if we are suppose to be ‘evolving’ how the hell can our vision be so shitty. Which also makes me think God has a really weird sense of humor with the whole making the world blind (well not really completely blind.) So anyways I get there and the place is packed so I walked in, signed in, and went to sit down so I could stare at myself on one of their super dirty mirrors. About 20 minutes passed and only one of the millions of people who were there had been helped, so I decided to stop staring at myself on the mirror and walk to the front desk to see why they were taking so long. The thing was that when I stood up I had like half of the millions of people staring at me, I’m not sure why, but I have a feeling that it had something to do with the 20 min straight I had spent staring at my own reflection. When I got up I felt a couple of eyes on me so I got super nervous and was unable to go make the eye mart express people hurry up, so I just switched seat which I’m pretty sure gave all the amount of evidence for those staring at me to be completely convinced that I was weird. About another 20 minutes went by and I was still sitting there (no longer looking at myself on the mirror) and finally they called my name, and like always did this weird face before attempting to say my name.

Here is our conversation:
Eye Mart Woman: Zarina Guerrero? (Insert a weird face here)
Me: Present!
Eye Mart Woman: (Gave me a weird smile, I’m pretty sure she hated me from there on)
How can I help you?
Me: I kind of broke my glasses. (I hand her the glasses)
Eye Mart Woman: (Looks at the glasses, looks up at me) We can’t fix them…
Me: I would try Oculus Reperum…
Eye Mart Woman: (A weird look, with a questioning smile)
Me: Harry Potter…
Eye Mart Woman: (laughs a little) Do you have a warranty?
Me: I think so…
Eye Mart Woman: What was your last name?
Me: Guerrero
Eye Mart Woman: (Comes back with my file) You do, let me go get you the frame.
Me: Oh no! I got it…Accio Frame!
Eye Mart Woman: (Wanting to get rid of me practically runs to get the frame)

After changing the lenses from one broken frame to the new one…

Eye Mart Woman: Here you go Miss Guerrero, try them on please.
Me: ( I put them on) Cool. Thanks I appreciate it.
Eye Mart Woman: No problem. Now if you could please sign the quill. (Smiles super big)
Me: (Smile my brilliant smile) No problem.

I love eye mart express, because they love Harry Potter.
I know this was a waste of your time, but I seriously don’t care…I just want you to know that I spent a trillion hours at eye mart express because glasses aren’t suppose to be left on couches for the asses to squished them.
That the lesson I learned this week.

I’ll leave you with this:
If two identical twin brothers married identical twin sisters, would there kids be identical?