Argh!
My friend and I took her kids to get something to eat the other day. As we sat down with our food, a man with an eye patch entered the restaurant. Her son had a look of awe on his face as he stood up on his chair and yelled as loud as he could, "Look everyone, it's a pirate!"
Interestingly enough the subject of eye patches just came up again. My son and I were just talking about them yesterday. On the back of his learner's permit it has "2 corrective lenses." I explained that "2" was the code for corrective lenses, not the number of corrective lenses. "Do you think there is a code for eye patches?" he had asked.
Had I been thinking, I would have used my previous opportunity at the restaurant and asked the pirate if I could see his driver's license. Now we may never know the answer to his question.
2 comments:
Actually, where do you buy an eye-patch, anyway? Is that in the same aisle as screw-on hook attachments and wooden legs at Wally World o what?
me
Aaaarg and a bottle of Rum!
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