Reason #2,341: Insert Foot and Lose an Eye

I have this good friend, her name is Amber. She's actually the wife of my husband's old college friend. I've known her about 12 years now. We get together whenever we can, but as life gets more complicated, we see less of each other. The one thing that we do annually though, is take a vacation together.
One year, we decide to rent a house out in Palm Springs Ca. The plan is golf, sun, and booze. (Obviously, this was before anyone of us had kids.) One night, the house is full with just a bunch of random people. We are all out in the backyard, enjoying the spa. I'm playing host that night, so I'm running back and forth making sure that everyone has everything that they need.
It wasn't all work though. I was enjoying a cocktail here and there. (BTW, if anyone ever offers you some Goldschlager....you run. Run far and run fast. Don't let the pretty flakes hypnotise you. I've renamed this liquor "The Devil's Piss".) So, I'm having a good time.
In the kitchen, Amber asks me if I need any help. I ask her to refill the chip bowls. She fumbles around on the counter, lifting up empty bags and bowls.
"I can't find the chips."
Me, being the smartass that I am say, "the bag is on the counter"
"No.....I can't find it."
"It's right there." pointing to the bag.
"Oh, I didn't see that bag."
"Well, next time, use your good eye."

Silence.



Awkward silence.



Wait for it.




Yes, my friend Amber has a glass eye.


Seriously.



I squeak out an apology, only after she mumbles something to me about being "mean".





P.S. In my defense, I'd like to say that in all the years that we have been friends, I really never think about her glass eye. In fact, I hardly even notice it unless someone points it out. I focus more on her as a friend, than a friend with a glass eye.