Tragedy Averted

For a few hours yesterday, I was utterly convinced I had lost my beloved sunglasses. Those of you who have lived with me for the past 7 months know how crucial these sunglasses are to my daily existence. I cannot go anywhere without them because they are the only thing that keeps my hair out of my face - and as such, yes, I do wear my sunglasses at night. Sometimes I find myself crawling into bed and realizing that I still have them on. I will wear them on my head even when I'm wearing my regular glasses - my intense love for them surpasses the troubling fear of looking like a complete idiot. Headbands, clips, barrettes, whatever you will, nothing compares to my sunglasses. They cost me 10$ at the local pharmacy and I hope they will be with me, like all steady and loyal friends, when I'm on my deathbed.

So imagine how I felt when yesterday, they were nowhere to be found. I immediately accused various friends of having them in their room. Then I checked the toilets (because, usually, when I lose something, without fail it is in the bathroom). I rummaged through my various bags. I called the pub where I'd been the night before with Krystyna. I checked behind the microwave. I looked for them on the roof. I retraced my steps in my mind. Nothing.

I began to mourn but then became excited by the prospect of buying 'hip,' enormous sunglasses that would dwarf my face and make me look dangerous and rich. Surely they could hold my hair up just as well? Maybe even better? Perhaps I deserved more in the sunglasses department!

Fortunately for my bank account, my darling sunglasses turned up in one of my bags - in a pocket that I would NEVER squish them into, usually. Very odd.

...Anticlimactic, I know. But it was a very scary time. And it's important to share scary stories in order to move on. N'est-ce pas?