I Wear Mine At Night

Imagine how shitty it would be to work at a sunglasses hut.
Especially for a woman. That must be awful.
Getting bald guys coming by, trying on one pair after another.
Sizing up their fat heads in the little mirrors, the price tag hanging down over their upper lip.
"How do I look?" They'll ask, and they'll do so with just a hint of flirtation.
And what does she say? "Oh, those look good on you."
She has to.
How many times must a sunglasses peddler say that expression? "Oh, those look good on you."
Terrible jobs fascinate me.