One day (of course at night on a Saturday) the lens fell out of my glasses. Being blind as a bat, I held the missing lens in place the best I could with one hand and used the other to drive to the nearby Shopko. The optical shop was closed but they don't have a wrought iron gate, so their displays were still available. I was searching through them for one of those little tiny screwdrivers that I buy and never find again, looking a little like Sherlock Holmes working a case, when someone called out a friendly, "Hi, Kay!" I figured if they knew my name, I should say "Hi" back and did so. Without my glasses, I don't recognize my own face in a mirror so I pretended to be looking at the display with rapt attention, which of course I was.
When she got closer, I saw it was my good friend and neighbor, Belle. I've known her for a quarter of a century. She raised Kyle from when he was a baby until he was well into grade school. She was such a good babysitter that he (and many others) would stop in and visit with her on their way home from school years after. He still stops and gives her a hug now and then. Anyway, I explained my dilemma and she laughingly helped me find a little screwdriver.
When she got closer, I saw it was my good friend and neighbor, Belle. I've known her for a quarter of a century. She raised Kyle from when he was a baby until he was well into grade school. She was such a good babysitter that he (and many others) would stop in and visit with her on their way home from school years after. He still stops and gives her a hug now and then. Anyway, I explained my dilemma and she laughingly helped me find a little screwdriver.
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