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Picture yourself speeding along, driving on the autobahn or at a sidewalk café in Paris, eating, drinking and flirting with your date. Suddenly you notice a fingerprint or spittle splash on your sunglasses. Not to worry. Being chic and debonair, you casually give your cap a quick shake initializing its
glasses-cleaning function.
As you suavely continue your pursuits, a minute plastic man on a petit platform is lowered on nylon lines from the bill of the cap. Being earlier calibrated, the platform centers itself over the left lens and a squirt of harmless cleaning solution is delivered to the surface. To the tinny tune of George Formbys When Im Cleaning Windows, the miniature man holding a small squeegee starts removing the liquid with a waving motion like a windshield wiper. By adjusting its lines, the platform moves to the right lens and repeats the cleaning procedure before retreating back under the bill.
(?) Background information...
http://www.cats.se/...jambok/whenicw.html [angel, Aug 05 2002, last modified Oct 21 2004]
...in case anyone's considering baking this.
http://www.lyricsxp..._george_formby.html [angel, Aug 05 2002, last modified Oct 21 2004]
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Being chic and debonair, you have a handkerchief in your top pocket that you can whisk out to handle minor blemishes on your sunglasses and elsewhere. And then return, neatly folded, to whence it came. |
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(And, being chic and debonair, you wouldn't be seen dead wearing a gimmicked hat.) (Speaking from experience, you understand.) |
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Ah, but then the handkerchief, that you'd forgotten you'd blown your nose in, would pull out with it a used gum and a half cig that drop in your food. As your glasses fall in the commotion, spilling burgundy on your date, being chic and debonair, you're not. |
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I prefer the chic and debonair laser eye surgery hat. Just tug the brim, small laser cutters descend to eye-level, and you'll never need to wear glasses ever again. |
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stu - how does your approach help cleaning sunglasses then? |
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