Even better? Getting your eyes dilated the day before. Did you know they don't give you those superfly glasses anymore? They don't. They "suggest" you don't drive and send you out into the world with your three kids, your husband, a mall on clearance sale, and the vision of a vampire bat.
You know what you should never attempt to do while dilated? Walk around the mall. Walk period, for that matter. Oh, and trying to watch after three kids at once? Will make you barf. But the good thing is this: You can't see the price tag on your new frames, or the tears in your husband's eyes when he hands over the credit card. Don't ask, don't tell baby.
You know what else you shouldn't ever attempt whilst dilated? Talking to anyone you know at the mall, especially if that anyone happens to be the former PTA president and his whole family. Really especially if it's the same former PTA president who also happens to be the local church minister and the guy who's face you shoved your boobs into last year.
Because as hard as you've tried since your porno-table-dance night to say not two unnecessary words to that man or his family, you'll find yourself stuttering and stammering in the paper towel aisle of the drug store and then you'll inevitably say, "And, um, yeah...just got my eyes dilated. I'm totally not cracked out on drugs or anything, promise!" right in front of his two precious little children and his one saintly wife.
And then you might just die. At least hindsight is 20/20.