It's idiotic, what those who work at optometrist offices expect you to do when you are practically blind. Tonight, pupils like saucers, trying to figure out what in my wallet was a credit card based solely on touch, my phone rang, and I had to ask the receptionist to read my caller ID.
"Krick?" she said.
"Thanks," I said.
The first time I was ever drunk (on raspberry Smirnoff), my high school boyfriend and I went for a ride in his brother's white Chrysler LeBaron. I feel like I'm on a Ferris wheel, I said, about five thousand times. Then the boyfriend took me home, but I felt too funny to go straight to bed, so I tried to read Harry Potter (true story). But of course I was too blind to read it. Why would anyone choose to feel like this on purpose, I thought, if you can't even read.