A Trip To The Opticians

A Trip To The Opticians

By Connie James.

My friend and I out for the day
We had lunch, a little wine.
What a better place to be sitting, by the sea
Watching life, the boats sailing by
A little champers did we have, oh Yah!! Yessiree
And what a glorious day, too hot for me I must, say!!
I had good company, laughter exuded, ringing through the air.
The wine warming my blood, as if hot enough, wasn't I!!
With luncheon over, taking a walk.
Meandering through the park the harbour, waters so busy
Sailing boats, Sunseekers sedately floating, on their way to the sea.
Walking into Sunseekers, ordering my new yacht, oh my  :p
Just to get out of the sun!!
Going through the process, am afraid I was short of a million, or two
I said matters not we'll come back, in a moment or two.
When I've cooled down my blood's boiling
My brain sizzling, my millions together could not add.
Must go seek sugar daddy, to play our little game!! :-)
After another glass of champers, none of your prosecco for me.
It started tickling my nose, uncontrollable sneezing.
Ambling out from the cold AC into, the sweltering heat
Retracing our steps, through a bustling high street
On our way to the opticians...
Great getting into the AC building, for I was melting!
At the reception stopping...
A lovely lady, taking our details
Didn't have to wait long, before we were called
A very pleasant optician awaiting me
A smile on her face welcoming me, she looked lovely in her heels
Made me think of me.
In my working days, I dressed thus as she in my heels, I would be,
Clip-clopping away, through my pharmacy.
Through the process goes I, examining my eyes
Nought wrong ship-shape, telling me, no probs behind my eyes
I was so glad to hear!
Except I needed goggles, to read and write, words
So my glasses prescription she handed me.
Guiding me to where frames, would be
Then a rather yummy, man, calls my friend and me.
And we sit down to finalise the proceedings.
First taking note of Chris, completing the did...
Then he came to me, as I open my gob
He looks at me and asks, are, you German?
Nein says I, welcome to the club.
You're, not the first or the last I dare say, tinking so.
Am Madeiran!!
A beautiful island in the middle of the Atlantic
Where the flowers grow and the wine flows, little cakes galore...
Yummy!
Something about him, as he asks, look straight at me.
Into my mind, came this thought,
Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, what do you see!
I started laughing, I couldn't look at him, gorgeous eyes had, he!
He might have seen into my soul, had I looked at him!!
Amusement in his eyes, as he too started laughing...
Each time I tried looking at him, into his eyes
Laughters burst's from me...
As my friend says she, German!!
And given that salute,
Yah!! Says I,
I might be, want to see my swastika?
But control we could not, it felt so good laughing uncontrollably.
Even if at, the opticians...
But taking myself in hand, looking at him, seriously.
No more mucking about, am ashamed to say.
He kind of measured my face, setting the frames, upon my visage.
Then he gets some implement, looks in my eyes, one at the time...
Laughter waiting to burst from me!
As my friend says, he didn't do that to me!
Ja! I know...Cause am German!!!
OMG!! we burst out laughing, the three of us
Then he calls out, sends for security and lock, them up.
Then he tells us a story that has us in stitches all over again.
It'll take too long to repeat; otherwise, this will never end!
It was such a fun trip to the opticians.
Good feel factor, endorphins rising my blood.
Yet again my friend says, he didn't do that to me!!
And all over again it started, laughing.
Must have been the wine the champers
Left feeling good.
I miss the interaction between humanity's
Yah, siree...
I need laughter in my life, Yah, I do!!
Phew!!
Apologies my friends epic was just having a little fun...