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Hmm…Clark is getting framed? Lois is getting framed. Jimmy is getting framed. No, that one’s another story. Well… epic. Soap opera. Whatever.
Clark finds himself in a bit of a pickle at the optometrist's office.
Oh. Glass-framed. Duh!
He tapped his foot, ran his fingers through his hair, fidgeted around with the pen attached to the tiny metal chain.
Forgot his social security number? Bank robbery in the building next door and he’s not gotten his new glasses yet?
They really did no good, he thought to himself. Anyone could snap it off easily, no super-strength needed.
Same goes for necks. And yet, people still use them
"It'll only take a second, dear," she replied quickly. Before Clark even knew what was happening, Betsy had reached over the counter and nabbed them off his face. He gaped openly at her, as she turned and ran off, taking them straight into the back.
What he gets for going to the only optometrist in Metropolis who relocated to the Big Apricot from Nowheresville.
He wasn't anywhere near Metropolis, and most people who hadn't seen Superman before physically wouldn't place him. He was probably safe. He just had an overactive imagination.
Oh. Duh! So, why not wear a dirty blond wig and a beard? Plus, some cushions on his belly and waist? Add a slouch.
Clark finally breathed easy once he had some space between the receptionist and himself. She was nice, but very unnerving. He turned back to the racks of glasses before him, the sheer number of options daunting.
Maybe he should go for the limegreen colored faux-hornrimmed frames with bright-pink accents?
"Those are nice," the receptionist's voice nearly made him jump out of his skin. He glanced over at her across the room. She smiled at him. "They really bring out your eyes."
Aaaand we keep looking.
Michael
