Midday Glare

Sunrise Farm on my way to pick up my glasses, round 2.  I let the manager know what happened last week.  She  wrote off the remaining $200 on my bill because they appreciated my long patronage and wanted me to continue to come back.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy who ruined my lens move to the doorway to see what I looked like.  So he either couldn't remember me or this is my last blip.  I felt his glare and walked on out.

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