Joey Coconut must think I'm poor

My eyesight has been getting progressively worse lately. Just the other day while driving to work I mistook a stop sign for an old woman and swerved violently out of its way. I crossed over in front of oncoming traffic, went up on two wheels, jumped the curb, smashed through a mailbox and came to a rest in Joey Coconut's livingroom, where he was watching daytime television. When I explained to Joey Coconut that I didn't see so well anymore, he suggested I take the bus to work from now on. "The bus?!" I exclaimed incredulously. "Do I look like a poor person to you, Joey Coconut?"