Always on the lookout for things that make it easier for my visually-challenged Dad to see better, I jumped at this giveaway posted on our work "For Sale" board:

I am giving away my beloved telephone with its oversized number keys to whoever can promise to give love and care equal to its comically large digits.

This desk telephone can dial through both tone and pulse, giving the new phone owner the power of choice, which we all know is so hard to find these days, what with the state of the world and all that jazz.

This item is a MUST HAVE for anyone serious about early-90s desk telephones with large numbers, so the phone will go to whomever contacts me first.

I emailed a picture of it to my sisters. "Wow! Look at this phone for Dad!" which prompted a reply from my sister Marlene, "I need that for my cell phone."

When exactly did our eyes get so bad? I wasn’t expecting all these problems until I hit 50 or later. But already I have such trouble reading small print.

I had to use a magnifying glass recently on two products whose labels were impossible to read. I have to take my glasses off to read the newspaper and put them back on to see the TV. I’m giving very serious consideration to buying one of those chains you attach to your glasses so you can wear them around your neck. I don’t care what it looks like. Oh, and I have a lazy eye. I’m a mess.

Stumble it!