She looked deep into my tired, dry and twitching eyes and told me something for nothing.
It was a free eye test.
She told me I had beautiful, healthy eyes but that those eyes needed to take me on a holiday.
I reassured her that I and my eyes had holiday plans in our sights.
She told me I had an astigmatism. I’d been told of this condition at my last visit to an optician.
But this woman had further insight:
‘An astigmatism means you’d be more of a portrait artist than a landscape painter.’
‘Why, yes! When I used to paint, I did prefer to paint portraits. I’m more interested in people than landscapes.’
Then, with long-distance vision she saw deep into my soul and pronounced:
‘So then, you and your eyes will be going on a city break…not a holiday on a tropical island.’
I had come for a free eye test and got more than I’d bargained for.
My beautiful, healthy but dry eyes moistened a little at the ironic insight of this optician.
She’d seen deep into my soul, or so it seemed.
But then they say that hindsight is 20/20.