Maybe I just got a bad pair.
The glasses got run over by an RV.
My friends were devastated.
Don’t feel bad. When I was much younger, my brother dared me to feed a machine that sold things in a gas station restroom.
I decided on a ‘Pussy Stretcher’ and dropped my precious quarter in the maw of this heartless device.
I turned the knob and a small box was deposited, about matchbox size, and in it was: a little, flat paper cat reclining on a paper stretcher.
As I recall, the X-ray glasses ad showed a youngster using the glasses, which were demonstrating a sort of hypnotic, ‘Twilight Zone’ effect in the lenses, and allowed the excited young fellow to see the outline of a fetching lady through her dress.
After my experience, I became somewhat jaded, passed on the glasses and got a ‘joy buzzer’ instead.
I hope you found this amusing.