Contact Lens by Phil Cummings

Contact Lens

All of a sudden there were five people down on their knees running their hands back and forth over the sidewalk chanting “Contact lens, Contact lens, Contact lens…” in an Om-like hypno-Bhuddist chant. Everybody got into it. In a really short time there were dozens of people down on the sidewalk rubbing it gently with their hands and chanting
“Contact lens, Contact lens, Contact lens…”