The number of times Joyce had been stuck on the damn phone trying to confirm Jonathan’s new prescription was getting ridiculous. All the papers were filled out weeks ago. It wasn’t that he needed her help, in fact, he’d tried to do it himself but Joyce was better equipped to handle obnoxious doctors than he was. It was really the least she could do since finding out he needed glasses. So when they finally got the approval they needed, Joyce insisted on going with @d4rkmoor and wouldn’t take no for an answer. By the time they got to the store Joyce was in full mom mode, cranked up to the max. One of the store clerks attempted to offer assistance and advice but gave up when Joyce kept butting in with her own comments, eventually leaving mother and son to fend for themselves.
Joyce made a face that gave away she was unimpressed, immediately complaining as soon as the clerk was out of earshot. “Did you hear what that woman said about ' the ones in your price range? ', what the hell was that supposed to mean? We never told her our price range,” Joyce muttered under her breath, resisting the urge to throw a glare over her shoulder in the clerk's direction. She didn’t care about being judged herself but she didn’t want some stranger making assumptions about her son. “What about these ones?” Joyce reached to pull a pair down from the display rack. They were black-rimmed with square-shaped lenses. “They’ll make you look even more handsome. What do you think?” She held them out for him to try with an encouraging smile.