Once upon a time, many years ago, my Mother and Father were visiting Dave and Irene in Dundas, Ontario. It was my Father's habit to take a rest after lunch, followed by a walk. One day when he came home after his walk he seemed puzzled and took off his glasses, only to discover that he had gone for a walk wearing my Mother's glasses. No wonder he was puzzled. Their prescriptions were not even close to being similar.
Irene told me that story via email this morning. I had never heard it before as I was not there. My Father had a good sense of humor so I feel sure he thought it a good joke. And Irene thinks that wearing the wrong glasses runs in the family. Definitely, it was not my fault when I wore the wrong glasses. It was all in the genes.
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