Oculular Traumacide

Sometimes I forget that I wear glasses. Like when I'm walking and carrying my messenger bag plus an additional bag full of materials and papers for clinic plus a jacket in case it rains plus my empty lunch container, and then I try to set things down when I get to my car but realize I have to heft one bag around my body and over my head, and the next thing I know, my glasses get snagged on something that's theoretically impossible to get snagged on, and go flying off my face. In this case, they descended five or so feet and crashed down to the cement below. As they stand, both lenses have scratches and the right lens has a pretty large chunk missing from the bottom. And yet, even after it all, nothing about their appearance screams thug. Fuck.