I took off my glasses and invited Dan to a sexy, middle aged game, "What do you see when you take off your glasses?" When mine come off, the world is coated in a film. All lines blur. Definition disappears.
"I can still read that Farms and Food sticker on the fridge, and I know that says Fridgedaire," he said.
For me, the sticker is a green rectangle. Words erase. Dan's face becomes a thief in a pantyhose mask.
I'm not sure who gets the most points. Do you win for being able to read and discern detail, or gain points for impressionism?
If survival were key here, Dan would win. I'd be eaten by the skulking leopard I mistook for an ottoman.