Refrigerated Glasses

I just refrigerated my glasses.

I had packed some food in a bag yesterday, ate half of it (the food, not the bag) and idly tossed my glasses in.

When I got back to my kitchen, into the fridge went the bag and all its assorted contents. It sat there overnight.

This morning, desperately seeking the eyewear before work, I realized my error. I found the glasses, fog-covered, as if I’d just entered an igloo.

Ah, yes — a warm summer’s day, chilled spectacles perched on my nose, such a delight.

Now if only I could see.