A Sight for Sore Eyes . . .

Pirate Girl

Art by Nina Friday

Etsy

One of my colleagues had an eye infection recently and had to see an eye doctor, but within a week was much improved, giving rise to the following exchange of brief emails:

She: My cyclops eye is recovering!

Me: Good to hear that the Cyclops eye is recovering, but what about the infected eye?

She: Ha ha ha!

Me: From the pirate you've become, I expected "Har har har!"

She: Tee hee!

Me: Not piratical at all! Sounds more like Chaucer: "'Tehee!' quod she, and clapte the wyndow to . . ." (Great literature can be a hairy experience.)

Yesterday, I encountered her in the office, and she joked more about her eye, which had completely healed:

She: I wish I still had an eye infection.

Me: Why?

She: My doctor was not only good, he was good-looking!

Me: Go see him anyway.

She: But he'd wonder why I came.

Me: Tell him you have a different problem with your eyes.

She: What problem?

Me: Tell him, "My eyes need to see you!"

She: Ha! Ha! Ha!

And thus is the tedium of life allayed . . .