MY SUN SHADES
By: Iris P. Concepcion

In a hive of gastronomic site one time, I talked to two guys who were babbling about their eyeglasses.

They were exchanging some sensitive information about this optical gadget like total girlie weenies. They kind of looked like stand-up comedians in improv scripts. I munched my food, sipped my peach shake float listening to their banters. I am an unprofessional, albeit, quite an impressionable connoisseur of eyeglasses and I love them hugely built---lens wise.

They were quoting prices like bidding for antiques. They laid down their babies on my eating table.

I was feeling very forward and arrogant at this point in time and did my own glass flash.

While they were quoting thousands, I said my piece over my viand: "Mine's just 39.99"

"Dollars?"

"No. In pesos."

Confused stares and slightly impressed exchange of stares. I knew I have a whoppack of a pair. I mean it has steel ribbons via side view, a buckled steel.

They asked me: "Where did you buy that?"

I gave this magnificent answer: "You have to go to Mindanao and go to wet markets to buy these finds. There are only two outlets, I believe, beside the pots and pans store."

End of story.

I would like to take on merchandise assessment based on my viewpoint. I may have the cheapest- best bought glasses but you have to pay hefty for flying for it.