The eye is part of the brain, right?

Yesterday I went to the Gimbel Eye Centre to see what it would take to have a large industrial laser pointed at my eyes and allowed to have its way with me.
Part of the evaluation is a pupil dilation formula in the eyes. In other words, I’m not supposed to drive afterwards. With my eyes in this funky state, bright lights hurt and there is trouble focusing. So I got a carpool to work, and then took a cab to the eye centre.
In theory, the smart thing to do would be to take a cab home. Or at least a bus. But when have I ever done the smart thing. You’re reading about a guy who likes to go running, but is not permitted to. Hell yeah! I’m walking home.
On what was probably the brightest day of the year.
Sunglasses were absolutely necessary. And they did help, but a lot of the time I was keeping the sunward eye closed, and the other as squinted as possible.
Oliver Square seems like a very nice open-air shopping place. They even have an M&M Meat shop there. Always a fine place to get bachelor chow. And they had a special on some very nice bacon-wrapped filet mignon. So of course I go in and pick some up. What could be the problem. Other than that this stuff needs to be kept frozen. Did I mention it was also the hottest day of the year. No problem. I’ll walk straight home quickly.
And I promptly cross the road and enter the Little Caesars and order a dinner.
So instead of walking home quickly, I’m sauntering downtown munching a pizza.
Still half blind.

It took an an hour and twenty-five minutes to make the whole trip.