I had a pair of Costa Triple Tail sunglasses that I was never without, work or play. I fished the Canal one early morning, parking behind Gallo Ice Arena, and walking to my spot. Fished a few hrs. till the bite died and went back to the truck to get undressed. I took off my hat and set my sunglasses on the bumper to take off my sweatshirt for the hour ride home. Packed up the rods, and set off for home. As I went over the Bourne Bridge the morning glare hit me, and I reached for that place they always were, on top of my head, only to find them not there! You might have thought I lost one of my kids with the panic that set in. Like an @$$hole I pulled over and got out to check the bumper, then decided that I wasnt to far to go back and look for my beloved glasses. I got off the first exit and went back over the bridge, the whole time saying"please... please... please... be there!". I came up on the entrance of the rink and can you believe they were sitting there in the driveway!! A long stream of cars were coming as I tried to inch my way over to get them, when a woman in a van loaded with sweaty kids started heading towards the exit. I started to wave frantically to get her attention but she was looking at the oncoming cars. I finally caught an opening I wouldnt normally go for and still waving at her to stop, she looked at me, politefully smiled and waved, and unknowingly ran them over, crushing them. I could have cried... I think I might have.
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