Thursday night I snapped the left earpiece on my prescription reading glasses. It took until Monday for me to find an old pair of glasses I'd used only while driving with screws that looked comparable (kinda hard to tell without reading glasses ). I made do with the broken pair yesterday at the precinct, but headed out for my optomologist's office first thing this morning, where it was quickly determined that the screws were the same size, although hinged differently.
Yay!
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