I paid my annual visit to the optician's recently. My eyesight is so poor (10-11 diopters correction) that I get free tests and the experience isn't too traumatic. However, my optometrist is also my cousin and he shares my genetically twisted sense of humour. Fortunately he cannot inflict this on his regular clientele, but I'm considered fair game.
His eyes lit up when he realised I was snivelling with a head cold and he gleefully gave me the usual flourescent dye drops to examine my eye more closely. He knew what I didn't: tear ducts drain into the nose.
I was blowing flourescent snot for SIX hours
Thanks Clive.
posted at 11:19 AM
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