I have a friend who has eye issues. Her eyes work just fine, thank God, because the mention of eyes makes her gag. Put in your contacts in front of her, and she’ll be dry heaving in the corner in thirty seconds flat. Since there is no way she is ever going to touch her own eye, she has a select group of eye buddies so that if she gets something stuck in there, a friend can keep her calm as they dig out the offending particle.
I was her eye buddy when we did Miracle on 34th Street, an awful musical my Meredith Wilson that includes a hateful Thanksgiving parade sequence. As a part of the parade, my eyeball-fearing friend had to be a cartwheeling clown. (more…)