The threat of blindness

This evening, Hayley was waving at my eyes with a bobby pin. The following conversation ensued:

D: “you’re trying to poke out my eyes on purpose, so I never look at another woman again”
H: “then I’ll do it before your Bucks’ Night”
D: “it’s a Bucks’; it’s men only”
H: “then you won’t miss your eyes”