I need to learn how to read the signs better.
When you're about to leave for an important meeting, it is NOT the time to go ask someone to bend your glasses.
When you walk in to make this mistake with your glasses ANYWAY, and the lady who comes up to help is the same Angel of Death you almost strangled last time,
and when you don't run from her, and allow her to take said glasses to her contraption of doom without even looking at how they currently sit on your face,
and when you try to inform the back of her head that the glasses are crooked because your ears are as well, and that they simply need a slight adjustment...
and finally she says over her shoulder "I hope you don't need these today".
That's then the Angel of Death plunges her trident into your ignorant soul, and further informs you that your favorite frames are no longer stocked.
Target giveth, and Target taketh away.
Eat it, Target Angel. Tuck into a big steaming pile of it. I will be cursing you all week as I blindly fumble through my own powerpoint presentation entitled, "How to keep your job despite the trident in your ass."
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