Tough crowd

I went to the eye doctor's tonight for the first time in almost a decade. And I think my optometrist is clinically depressed. I had a very Bueller...Bueller appointment. I did my best to liven things up. After he squirted the drops that give you black eyes like a doll's eyes he asked me if I was wearing mascara. Then he handed me a tissue and pointed me in the direction of a mirror. I said "Actually my eyes have been seeping out black liquid for days now."

Which, OK, is pretty lame. But still! I got nuthin. No response. Other than telling me to wait out in the lobby for 15 minutes.

Maybe he should have been a dentist.