It's my own fault for spending an obscene amount of money on a pair of sunglasses I know, but to lose them 6 weeks after spending, ahem, well too much, hurts. Very much. If any one out there has some wise words, please pass them on. I need to hear how stupid I am or how lucky I should consider myself to have spare dough to spend on such frivolities when people are starving in this world.
But the worst thing is, I saw them go. I got into a cab, laden with more hip hop DVDs than those all dudes who stand outside NikeTown put together, and in the crush of carriers, somehow dropped them.
Realising my error as the cab pulled off, I turned round in slow motion to see, about 1/3 of a block up, my glasses in the street (Hollywood Blvd to be precise) and some dude stooping down to pick them up. The words 'Stop The Cab' stuck in my throat as the said dude pocketed them. I actually shouted 'dirkhead' to myself, much to the cabbies bemusement.
I am a poomplex. Wastewoman. Dirkston.
I miss my glasses.
Sniff.
3 comments:
Ahhh p*ssed.. Well everything happens for a reason, at least you wont be one of them dumb people that wear sunglasses in the winter. You got saved infact.
Good point, well made...!
[Nelson from Simpsons]Ha Ha [/Nelson from Simpsons]
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