'what's wrong with your eyes?' enquired my mate loudly yesterday, seconds after we met. at the time we were standing in a queue for a cashpoint so the five people in front of us were also soon wondering what was wrong with my eyes.
'nothing,' i replied.
'they are really red and bloodshot,' blurted my friend, possibly louder than before (he'd been in the pub for a couple of hours before meeting me and had lost control of his volume button!).
my eyes, i pointed out, are always this bloodshot. i'd also spent the whole day in front of my computer and i wear contact lenses, neither of which are conducive to baby-white eyes (have you ever noticed how white the whites of babies' eyes are? spooky).
the exchange reminded me of the time when i was walking down The Strand when i was pounced upon by a blousy market researcher. 'sorry, i'm in a real rush, i can't… ' i explained with a smile. a smile that soon evaporated as the market researcher said 'oh no, i didn't want to ask you anything, i just wanted to see if you were alright! you're very pale!'
you couldn't make it up!
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Market Research you say? Now THAT takes me back....;-)
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