Rose-Tinted Glasses


I bought a pair of rose-tinted glasses from a street vendor in Notting Hill: a smiling, dark-skinned fellow with filthy dreadlocks – he said they would bring me much happiness.  I asked him why he did not wear them himself, but he just beamed and, pointing to his eyes, replied, “Laser surgery, man.”

I was immediately envious, and watched as the tint faded away from my new glasses.



funny quirky short story