Worst. Experience. Ever.

So as I’m leaving for the frisbee game, which is supposed to start at 6:30, I put in my contacts, which I haven’t used in a while. My eyes are a little irritated, but that usually goes away.

Anyway, this drive is like a 45 minute drive, so I’m going along on the highway and my eyes just start burning up. And I mean like acid being smeared on your pupils. I am literally crying as I’m driving down the highway at 70 miles per hour, trying not to blink but failing miserably. Oh, I’ll just throw out my contacts and wear my glasses. But no. I specifically left them on my desk, thinking, “I don’t need my glasses. Contacts will be fine,” (I am never going somewhere without my glasses ever again).

So I’m driving down the highway like a madman thinking, “Is this really happening to me right now?” I was certain I was going to crash and die. I look up the closest Rite-Aid on my iPhone (yes, while driving. I know, I know), and it’s 1 hour and 8 minutes away. What the crap?! Then I pass Exit 9 and see a giant Target pass by. Never had my hopes and dreams been shattered more so than this. I was seriously considering turning around on the highway and driving back to the exit.

Lo and behold I suffer for another 5 minutes and come across the Palisades mall at Exit 12.
By this point I was forced to take out my contacts because I could have sworn my eyes were going to dissolve in their sockets. So I’m walking through the mall like an idiot, squinting to find any sign of a convenient store, when I find the directory.

There’s a Target here. Awesome! But yeah it’s on the top floor and on the other side of the mall. I'm walking through the mall trying to act as normal as possible (in reality I’m on the verge of a panic attack because I have no clue what’s going on), and it just seems like everyone’s staring at me. "It's probably in my head," I think to myself.

So when I finally get to Target, I find the closest floor rep and ask him where the contact solution is as casually as possible. Later on I realized it must have looked something like this:

To make a long story short, I finally get the solution and try to wash out my contacts, but on the road to the frisbee fields my eyes start burning up again. To make matters worse, I miss a couple of turns and prolong the drive about ten more grueling, torturous, anger-filled minutes. I apologize publicly to my GPS. I didn't mean those things, I swear.

When I finally get to the fields I decide just to not wear my contacts.

In conclusion, I played some really awkward, semi-blind frisbee today, and it was kind of fun. But not that fun. But kind of. I’m going to have to re-meet everyone on Wednesday because I couldn’t see any of my teammates' faces.

I found my mom’s bifocals in the car and wore them on the drive home. Let's just say it was a very stressful time. All in all, I'd have to say this was my worst experience ever.