Stuff there isn’t words for pt.3

When you walk into a crowded pub/resturant in winter and your glasses immediately steam up, rendering you embarrassingly blind and discombobulated, like a confused mole.

You then spend a frantic minute trying to find something to wipe your glasses on while squinting around trying to make discern the whereabouts of the people you came to meet, while strangers wonder why you are staring at them funny.

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