I almost lost my cool little metal glasses today. I braved the frigid cold this morning, which was hovering around 40° and is considered deadly to some Florida residents, to walk to the Dollar General.
With the Sun bearing down in a clear blue sky, it was a beautiful morning. My roommate Yvette needed kitchen scrubbing utensils, and we were going to Walmart today, but she bailed as the morning arrived in the twenties, and has been hunkering down with her dogs all morning up in her room. Hey, she's been working hard in school for the last four days, and deserves it.
So I found three scrubbing things on the Dollar each shelf, took my glasses off to check them out, and that's the last place I remember touching them. Then I paid my three bucks, and walked home with a bag of plastic shit.
Only when I got back did I realize my glasses were missing, and I had walked home without them. Pretty spaced...
So I went back. When I walked in they weren't on the counter and the pretty young black chick was in the back stocking shelves. I found the spot in the store where I bought the stuff, and my glasses weren't sitting there.
As I started to walk away I spotted a yellow basket on the floor, and then remembered I had a basket! Sure enough, I looked down into it, and there were my glasses, laying on their side and they were easy to miss!
I had suffered the bad karma of leaving the basket behind on the floor, which my pretty friend would need to pick up later, and walking to the front counter holding the scrubbers in my hands.
I slid the glasses onto my head, and carried the basket back to the front stack.
And of course I needed to document it (click below).
