Taunting Speccy 4-Eyes
As context for this post: I got new glasses today. This involved the usual 15 minutes of trying-on, tweaking, wrenching, trying-on-again, make-sure-you-can-still-see faffing around in the shop when picking them up, after which I walked back out into the street, ready to carry merrily on with my day.
Hopefully this will help explain the following open letter to whomever arranged conditions such that this movie poster was the first thing I saw upon leaving the optician’s. Ahem:
If we ever meet in person, your useless head is mine, you fucker!!
