On Friday I had two pairs. By Saturday I had none.
When I got home Friday night I noticed that a pair of my Eyebobs was missing. (Eyebobs is a great site for inexpensive but stylish reading glasses).
By end of day Saturday, my $15 Duane Reade glasses had lost a lens, making me dizzy every time I had to put them on.
At work, I looked all over the normal places to see if anyone had found my glasses, but no one had. I think maybe I lost them in the Via I took home on Friday night. So I write to Via and they provide me with the driver's contact info.
I call the driver on Sunday and hear nothing back.
Today I try again; this time with success.
Yes, the glasses are mine.
We arrange to meet at the 72nd Street Subway. I grab $15 to give him and leave my house.
I see him on the corner, just where we have agreed to meet.
I thank him and hand him some money. He adamantly refuses the tip I want to give him.
I promise to write to VIA to tell them about Shah. He thanks me, smiles, and is on his way.
I hope Shah has a great vacation, and that I get to ride with him again.
His warm smile reflects his kind heart.
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