Harold slid them on and nodded like he was about to restructure the entire returns policy out of pure spite. With those round lenses he looked revolutionary. Not the storm-the-palace type, more the reorganize-the-supply-closet kind.
They’re not just glasses, they’re protection against staring at spreadsheets until the soul exits the body. Harold swears the tint helps him separate profit from loss with surgical precision.
Truth is, he’s mostly checking how long until poker night and calling it strategic forecasting.