lost and found

Last Sunday I go to my sister's house for Father’s Day.  I take pictures at the train station where I’m wearing my favorite Chanel sunglasses that I bought in 2008.  These were my second pair of the exact same glasses.  I like the way they fit my face.  

My nephew picks us up at the train station and we go straight to my sister’s.  After dinner, my nephew drives us home.

On Monday I cannot find my glasses.  I look everywhere. I know exactly what I wore because of the pictures I took.  I check the pockets of my coat.  I check my purse.  I turn my house upside down looking but cannot find them.

I call my sister and she looks.  No, they are not in her house.  I call my nephew and ask him  to check his car.  It's in a garage that he won't be near until the weekend.  I am losing hope. 

I wear my Maui Jim frameless polarized sunglasses all week.  They belong on a beach, not the streets of New York.  

Today I am at Bloomingdales.  I try on a pair of Chanel glasses I liked last year and still like.  They are $295.  The salesperson says, “Oh, too bad you didn’t buy them last week.  You could have gotten $25 off for every $100 you spent.”  I see a challenge and ask for the manager.

After some discussion of what a good customer I am, the manager agrees to honor the two-week old promotion and gives me $75 off.  Chanel glasses never go on sale.  I buy them.

I come home and see an email from Adam.  “It's your lucky day!  Glasses were on the floor in the back seat.”


Hmmm.  Now what?  I've already fallen in love.