So my eye has 2 lacerations - have no clue how. But it is very painful. Ow to the nth degree covers it nicely. I go to the doctors office - (remember the one right next to the bank across from the beautiful Catholic church?) And proceedure mandates for him to dialate my eye again and numb the eye because it really hurts. So while I'm in that part of town? I took the deposit to save gas, time and money. But now I can only see out of one eye. I walk up to the teller window and there is one other man in the bank at the other teller window and I say "Hi - could you add this for me please?" she says sure. THen says quiety "Whats wrong with your?"-and points to her face and makes a circular motion with her finger around her eye. And I look up and I said not meaning to be loud but in a quiet bank it sounded like I screamed - "I'm dialated again." All three other tellers turned around staring at me - I'm told the man nearly spit his teeth out on the counter....and left quickly - and me not thinking anything about anything looked up from digging in my pocketbook noticed with my one good eye everyone just STARING at me and smirking - and I said "MY EYE. MY EYE." and then I heard chuckles, smirks and then full-on laughter. THe girl who had been waiting on the man said he left so quickly from embarrassment he didn't even take his receipt. Well ya know - he COULD have used the drive though or waited for the explaination - sheez.