went today to check out my stigmatism armed with a coupon for 40% off frames… locked in a dark room with an optometrist who smelled like a mix of tangerines and chicken salad… found a nice pair of wire-rimmed rose-colored frames while the receptionists struggled to field phone calls from likewise disabled peers… ready to pay, assuming perhaps a hundred and fifty greenbacks… nearly died when quoted a price of two hundred and eighty seven dollars.

now left with the conundrum that is the title of this pithy post.