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Blindness
Rob [1] and I are driving to dinner when I take my glasses off, put them on
my leg and start rubbing my eyes (I'm still a bit tired). He takes off
suddenly and my glasses go flying into the back seat. I reach behind the seat
and start fishing around for them.
“What's up?” asked Rob.
“My glasses flew into the back seat,” I said. “I'm trying to find them.” Rob
turns on the overhead light. I'm still fishing.
“Here,” he said, handing me a flashlight.
“Uh, Rob. That doesn't help.” He looked perplexed. “I'm like Thelma from
Scooby-Doo—I'm blind without my glasses.”
“Oh.”
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