New Glasses

One morning I went out into the living room and near the table I stood very still and gasped.  There was an enormous bug on the inside bridge of my nose.  I reached up before I could think too hard, plucked it off, and threw it violently to the ground. 

Then I realized it wasn't a bug.  It was the nosepad to my glasses. 

I got down on my hands and knees and searched for it, but it wasn't to be found.

Later, standing in the only eyeglass store that was willing to help me that day, I tried on these glasses.  By the time I realized the techs in back could fix my previous ones, I was already smitten with these.  What could I do?  I was in a swank glasses shop in Cambridge, a man with artfully disheveled hair was telling me how cool they looked, and I was simply putty in his salesman hands.