Of the many uses of spectacles - number 1

The last quarter mile or so of my (rather more occasional than it really should be) run covers the route from my old flat mate's place to the railway station. This hadn't resulted in any embarrassing encounters before today. My luck couldn't last though, so I suppose I can't say I was that surprised when I looked up to see the man himself, all suited and booted and coming right towards me, thus precipitating a train of thought that went something like this:-
Bugger bugger bugger I should stop and talk to him bugger bugger bugger I really can't be arsed but I really should but I really don't want to. I really really should I really really can't be arsed. Sod it, I'll send him a text some time...
Conveniently, I tend to take my glasses off to run, so he was actually fairly hazy (it was definitely him though. I shared a place with him for 9 years and my eyes aren't that bad). This allowed me, by simply focusing on a point just in front of me, to pretend that I was so completely tied up with the joys of all that wonderful exercise that I'd just totally failed to see him. He, naturally, on his way home from a hard day at his new job, was able to do much the same thing so an encounter that would have been excruciatingly awkward on both sides was duly avoided.
Oh, the games we play ...