Now, here’s a bit of fun. This is a new (brief) tale inspired by a (very, clever) chap I met at a conference. He had funky-look-at-me glasses on. I’ve no idea how new they were, but he was very proud of them. Tipping well over five decades, he was also very pleased with his curly, big, silver locks.
Let’s say this: He wasn’t a good listener, but he was an excellent talker. This is the story of how I imagine he went about buying His (Lovely) New Glasses.