"It's all explained in the fine print," she says.
Well that's just great, on the one day I forgot my glasses.
I squint at the papers and try to make out the miniature words, dancing all over the page like rabbits or baby squid. Is that a "spine" I see, and a "while you are sleeping, dear?" I haven't the foggiest what this all could be about.
"Is there any chance you could help me read this, my mind just slipped this morning and I seem to have forgotten my spectacles..." I look at her hopefully.
She raises one eyebrow and then goes back to work. That went swimmingly.
Peering back down at the jungle of words, I search for prey. "Broken," "bloody," and "dismembered" all peep up from different sections. This isn't sounding very optimistic.
"You know what, I'll just take this with me to read over, is that all right?" I ask. Another eyebrow raise and a moment of thought, then she nods precisely and I jump from my chair and run down all twelve sets of stairs to the blistering day outside.