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Values and Instabilities

Today a co-worker and I went out to grab some lunch. On the way we stopped by the eye doctor, so I could pick up my new prescription swimming goggles (yes, I am Queen of the Nerds, all other nerdlings shall bow before me). When we walked in the dude who works the counter asked if this co-worker was “my boy”. At first I interpreted this as “boyfriend” or some such variation on that theme. But a few further remarks made it clear that he meant as in “son”. Sure, this co-worker is a bit younger than I am, but no, I was not bearing children when I was eight years old, thank you very much. And way to make my day, guy.

Nerves are also on edge, what with the husband’s impending international flight. Rationally I know it will probably be just fine, but still. And aside from angst over the added risk, there’s the more practical matter of plain old additional hassle. The man generally travels light, carrying a single backpack, which eliminates the need to check luggage. But he is planning to bring some sketchy substances, like shower gel and toothpaste, so he’ll have to check a bag after all. And I wonder if security will make him take a few puffs off of his asthma inhalers at the gate? Sigh.

prescription swimming goggles


  1. chel wrote:

    Nice goggles! I dare you to wear them just around…

    Friday, August 11, 2006 at 9:02 am | Permalink
  2. afrojet wrote:

    Congratulations. That is hands down the Nerdiest accessory ever. Do your goggles take photos that immediately get uploaded to Flickr?

    Friday, August 11, 2006 at 12:39 pm | Permalink
  3. Chel - You know, the box they came in has a big ANTI-FOG sticker on it, but when I wore them around the office yesterday they sure steamed up.

    Afrojet - I wish! Now that would make them even nerdier/cooler.

    Friday, August 11, 2006 at 6:48 pm | Permalink
  4. Matt wrote:

    They steamed up ‘cuz they’re hot!

    Saturday, August 12, 2006 at 3:31 pm | Permalink
  5. ericka wrote:

    don’t feel too bad about it, you’re not alone at least. one of my regular clerks at the post office once asked if my friend amy was my daughter. i’m only 10 years older than her. four years more & she could have been mine, but…

    Saturday, August 12, 2006 at 4:08 pm | Permalink
  6. Rena wrote:

    Damn, if you can make goggles look that hip…what can you do with my old fIREHOSE days flannel?

    Monday, August 14, 2006 at 6:01 pm | Permalink

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