The girl started calling me "bobble head". It hasn't stopped.
I don't wear them enough to really get used to them. It was easier getting used to asking the wait person/ server to "please hold the menu over there for a minute" and tip heavily
I have yet to reconcile my messed up sense of vanity to realize that the glasses look FAR more attractive than my weaving and bobbing a piece of paper around or the squinty eyed look when trying to read a sign.. One day I'll learn!
