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                                   Blindness
                                        
Rob [1] and I are driving to dinner when I take my glasses off, put them on
my leg and start rubbing my eyes (I'm still a bit tired). He takes off
suddenly and my glasses go flying into the back seat. I reach behind the seat
and start fishing around for them.

“What's up?” asked Rob.

“My glasses flew into the back seat,” I said. “I'm trying to find them.” Rob
turns on the overhead light. I'm still fishing.

“Here,” he said, handing me a flashlight.

“Uh, Rob. That doesn't help.” He looked perplexed. “I'm like Thelma from
Scooby-Doo—I'm blind without my glasses.”

“Oh.”

[1] http://www.tragic-smurfs.com/

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