Straining, squinting, craning his neck forward…none of it seemed to help. Hal simply could not see the face of the girl who had just waved at him from across the park. As she disappeared behind the row of bushes which lined the grassy commons, he said to his brother, Sal, “Man, I need my Superman x-ray vision glasses.”
Sal peered at him with a quizzical look and said, “Dude, you don’t need x-ray vision glasses. Like I keep telling you, you just need glasses glasses.”
Hal slapped at Sal’s upper arm and responded, “I do not!”
“Yeah?” queried Sal. “OK, so who was that PYT who just waved at you?”
“Right…like you could see her,” answered Hal.
“Sure could,” said Sal. “Plain as day.”
“Nuh uh,” replied Hal. “No way you could make out her face from clear across the park.”
“Could to,” answered Sal. “Wanna know who it was?” he asked.
Sheepishly, Hal looked at his little brother and said, in a much less argumentative voice, (more…)