My visit to the eye doctor today went something like this:
Doctor: Cover your left eye. What is the lowest line you can read?
(Honestly, I can't really see the bottom line, but I don't want to admit it so I try anyway)
Me: Well, the bottom line says...ummm...A? Then O [or maybe Q?], T, Z.
(It's worth a shot. Maybe if I'm a good guesser and I seem confident enough, she'll believe I'm actually reading it)
Doctor: Ok, now cover your other eye.
(I think I got pretty close, but she didn't applaud my efforts so I'm not sure. I cover my right eye. Apparently my left eye is even worse than my right one!)
Doctor: What is the lowest line you can read?
(I definitely can't read either of the two bottom lines this time, but I can remember what I told her the last line says. Moral dilemma: read to her the line I can actually see, or just repeat what I told her last time?)
Me: A, O, T, Z.
(Do you blame me? I can kind of see it...)
Doctor [does something over at her desk]: Ok, let's try again. Cover your left eye. What is the lowest line you can read?
(The screen looks different this time, but I can't really make out any of the letters. Did she know I lied about being able to see the last one? Maybe she's trying to get back at me...I strain my eyes as much as I can without actually squinting--that's not allowed--but I can't even guess this time. Feeling humbled, I admit defeat.)
Me: I can't read any of them.
Doctor: Not even the top line?
(Inward sigh. This must be fun for her)
Doctor: How about now?
(It's slightly clearer, but I still can't quite make it out...)
(It's suddenly much clearer, and I can see a giant E at the top. Feeling even more humbled...)
Me: Oh yeah, there's an E.
Doctor: Ok great...
And THAT is how much I love going to the eye doctor.