The Misplaced Glasses

 

 

Martha was famous for misplacing her glasses. One morning, she searched high and low for them, growing increasingly frustrated.

 

 

 

 

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“I can’t find my glasses anywhere!” she yelled to her husband.

 

He looked at her calmly and said, “Honey, they’re on your face.”

 

 

She paused, touched her nose, and burst out laughing. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.