It came down to a choice between getting a bigger TV, or getting laser eye surgery. My wife and I had argued over it for ages. you see I can’t wear glasses for my job. They’d present a safety hazard. So I just kept moving the lounge closer and closer to the TV. Eventually, things just got to the point where they were beyond ridiculous.  My wife handed me the phone book, open to a page full of LASIK surgery in Winnipeg doctors. I guess I have no choice now. It can’t hurt to at least call them up and make an appointment, right?