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[nny]

Dear Optician man,

I realise personal space is not an issue that gets much consideration in your job. I respect that. However, resting your forehead AGAINST MINE, and TRACING YOUR NOSE ALL OVER MY FACE, does begin to border on the surreal.

No love,

Nny.

Comments

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

... what the crack, Nny dear?

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

...

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

...

No joke, you need to kick that man in the shin next time he attempts anything similar.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

Uh. Whut?

[manynames.livejournal.com]

wtf. That's bizarre.

Uh. Which optician? *terribly curious now*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Man needs to leeearn that that is weeeeeird. Especially since he has the bad breath-smell. Pretty, but bad breath.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Ayuh. XD

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Duly noted. Except I'll wait until I'm not working in the same branch as him.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

He was doing the thing. With the pen light thing. And AURGH TOO CLOSE OMG!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Bizarre. Yes.

New guy at Queen Street. I'm kinda glad I'm moving over to work on Albany Road now. XD

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

... give him Listerine strips?

And then he is only pretty!

[sadcypress.livejournal.com]

Ergh. I once had an eye doctor that was dubbed The Straddler... *shudder*

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

.. ewww.

[minkhollow]

...
people are weird.

[silveraspen]

Surreal and horribly offensive both. Also incredibly inappropriate etc.

*smites*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*clings, just a bit*

[silveraspen]

*pets and comforts and hugs and beteas*

And my offer to smite still stands.

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

WHY IS HE STEALING MY BIT!

*rubs nose on you*

[shati.livejournal.com]

*STARES*

WHUT.

[jezrana.livejournal.com]

....Er.

*hides from scary optician man*

This: *is not hard, considering that whole ocean thing*

[tropes.livejournal.com]

>:O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[celtiknot.livejournal.com]

That is totally bizarre (though not as bizarre as The Straddler). It reminds me of the scene in Friends where Joey is defending his touchy-feely tailor:
Joey: That's how they do pants! First they go up one side, they move it over, then they go up the other side, they move it back, and then they do the rear. What? Ross, Ross? Would you tell him? Isn't that how they measure pants?
Ross: Yes, yes it is. In prison!