What do they know, suspect?

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Ugh.  I did finish the dishes, and put the laundry over, but time... and I had almost forgotten to put extra time for traffic.  I did shower... hate showing up like a heathen beggar.  I was pushing it to get there, or it felt like it.  I think I was an half hour early, as close as I can get, if tighter than I prefer.

They had the entrance to parking blocked of, unless it was an NFL protest thing.  Had to park in a weird place.  Almost couldn't find a place to park!  Then they thought I was there to let them look at my eyes again.  I cleared that mistake up swiftly.  I bluntly told them if they couldn't fit me with glasses, how could I trust them with anything else.  Initially they let another female intern try.  She, like the other, totally botched it.  I was about to walk when a real doc gave it a shot.

He reminded me of Captain America, before the transformation.  I... think... I reminded him of someone.  Or some there, by the vid I found prominently suggested when I returned.  I don't believe in coincidence.  Oh, and yes... eyes are green or hazle.  Finally confirmed.  He went up to bat and...  hey batter, batter, batter!  ... swing! ... into the parking lot, plus built and checked, as well as bifocal.  Awesome.  So... I let the intern play doctor.  First things first.  Oh, setting me up with a retinal specialist.  More from an abundance of caution.  And I think he got me back to 20/20.

Then on up to the eye glasses man.  He remembered me, in part due to the similarity of my name to a few musician's names.  I think too, in part, because for as dead... close to it... as I am... I am still very... alive.  And, generally, I like people, their story, their lives.  People, some people, notice.  All they want is a... moment of your time.  Anyway, when I explained that beside the prescription being off, that the metal frame was too weak to handle my 350# grip strength, he agreed that all plastic would be better.  So went with a whole new set.  I'll need to return the other pair, and will next time.

Then, on my way out, a biker chick approached, almost about to hug.  She quickly realized I wasn't who she thought?  Not a bad looking dame.  If possibly... a little... funny.  I let it slide, but we kept seeing each other on the way out and on the road.  I was starting to... wonder.  Yeah.

I sometimes think I'm not always who I think, or am not always aware of... some things.  What do they know, what do they suspect, and am I someone else sometimes?

Hungry.  Blood sugar was 130 upon my return.  Later or, more likely, good night.