Suddenly he went to get his eyes done

Fuck Donald and Aitchison.

A week and a half ago:

'Hello, Mr Jones? I'm just calling to let you know that your lenses are ready.'
Excellent. Do I need to make an appointment?
'No, no. Just pop in and pick them up sometime.'

This morning:

'You need an appointment. I can fit you in on the 12th.'

Bastards.