Last night, Will comes into the living room holding a pair of my glasses.
Here, you left these on my desk.
He looks at me.
Wait, how are you wearing glasses when I've got your glasses in my hand? he asks me.
I have two pairs of glasses, I respond.
You do?
Yes. You've never noticed?
Nope.
I laugh. I bet you'd notice if I had three breasts.
Not only would I notice, it'd be the best day of my life.
But you'd be married to a freak.
WITH THREE BREASTS.
There's no arguing with that.
