I made it to 43 without needing glasses, but at my annual physical last month (which I passed with flying colors) my doctor asked me if I could read the fine print in his pocket prescription guide. I couldn’t. He then gave me his "drug store" reading glasses and I could read it no problem.
So he told me to go to a drug store and get some for myself. Which I did today with The Gotham Gal and Josh and Emily. They picked out a pair that they said I looked good in.
The best part is now I can look up from my reading with that look I’ve always wanted to use.
Getting older does have its finer moments.