Sun Glasses

I lost my sun glasses, which were effective if also a bit gangly. I had the kind that snapped over my glasses with a pincher on the top. As I say, they were effective. But I lost them.

So I combed through all of our suitcases, and small bags we take on trips, and in drawers, in the cars — Kris’ and mine … all over the place. And I checked every one of those places two or three times. No glasses.

Kris said, “Good, the kids always say they’re goofy looking and I look like a dork so tonight we can go to Osco and find another pair.” After our Panera dinner, we went to Osco and — as if they were made for my glasses — we found some polaroid filter sunglasses that fit over my glasses with one major improvement: no snap top on them. Which means you can’t even tell — there is a spring to the top bar so the glasses stretch horizontally and then two clips on each len that fit snuggly over the ends so they fit without the snapper thingy.

Cheap enough. We bought them, arrived home, and as I got out of the car my hand slipped down oddly and, Bingo! in the little door slot where the windshield scraper sits I felt my old glasses.

Kris’ remark: “Never hurts to have an extra pair. But wear the new ones.”