by Revolver
Part 1
One pretty day in early May, Agatha entered the Kaffee Klatsch room in the student union of the small south central Ohio college where she was a soon to graduate senior, and sat down at a table where four of her close friends were already seated. She greeted them all, and took a sip from her latte’ that she’d purchased at the counter on the way in, and the usual collegiate coed small talk resumed where it had ended when her friends returned the greeting.
Agatha was a unique and well rounded person, a basic optimist who was both intelligent and open minded, she was well liked. Her unusual given name had of course caused her some teasing over the years as well, tagging her with rather unfeminine nicknames like Agriculture Aggie, but she didn’t really care and laughed right along with her taggers. Aggie, you see, was named after a spinster great aunt who had passed on a few years earlier, endowing Aggie with a very comfortable endowment, which she managed wisely. It would have been tempting beyond resistance for most people to spend lavishly but in her case the large monthly checks were deposited in interest bearing accounts that were used to pay college costs while still allowing herself some indulgences. She didn’t buy the sports car she easily could have afforded, instead opting for a 5-year-old economy sedan that provided good basic transportation that she readily shared with her sorority sisters and other collegiate friends.
And when there was break in the conversation Aggie mentioned a new matter regarding transport, the renewal of her driver’s license. She was returning from the vehicle bureau where she had attempted to renew her license, only to find that she couldn’t!
“Oh my gosh, Aggie, why?” said Alison from across the table.
Breaking into a sheepish grin, Aggie leaned forward and in a conspiratorial tone whispered “Because I can’t see. I failed the eye exam, because I could only read the top line in the machine, the very biggest letters! The rest were a blur, and boy what a surprise. There assured me there wasn’t a big problem, all I had to do was return with glasses and I’d be renewed, but had to do it soon as my current license expires next week.”
A slight chuckle escaped Britta’s lips, and she smile broadly saying “been there, done that!” In the next breath Britta related how she’d gotten glasses prior to her first license exam, tried to pass without them and failed much as Aggie had, but was issued a license with a corrective lens restriction.
