Mate, very technical, buys a pair of the best vary-focals. The main issue is the width of the middle vision, that's the bit that's too skinny on cheaper lenses - to the point of making it necessary to twist one's neck even when reading a book. anyway, he's pleased as Punch with his.
So pleased is he that he takes extreme care of them, to the point of taking them off at night and carefully placing them on the bedside table without wearing the hinges unnecessarily. Now this is a bloke that makes exquisite jewellery. He knows a thing or two about tichy mechanisms.
All goes well . . . for one year and one day.
He picked them up and one of the arms fell off. No, I couldn't stop laughing either when he told me.
Oh, my overhead panel glasses.
My $5 hornrimmed readers worked perfectly for the panel front and above. I could see the square root of buggah all when looking ahead. Solution was to Dremel out a slot.
Nice lady co-pilot gawps at me. "What the heck are they?"
"Oh, I was told I looked cool in glasses, but had to cut a bit out to see where we're going."
No wonder my crews used to find me a bit odd. Most of them understood my sense of humour thank heavens.