Four tales of woe

Somewhere there is a land inhabited solely by sunglasses.

It is a mostly happy place, as most countries populated by inanimate objects might be. There is one source of horror, however, that mars the felicity of its inhabitants–a story told around campfires at night, or looked for in dark alleys. A warning given by sunglass parents to their children if they ever misbehave: be good, or Allis will come and buy you and you will DIE.

Because every pair of sunglasses owned by Allis is destined for some sort of untimely demise.

There is the ill-fated pair that journeyed with her to Japan, only to fall headfirst into a squat-style toilet in a train station in Hiroshima, never to be heard from again.

There is the pair subsequently purchased in Osaka that were shortly thereafter lost forever when the contents of Micah’s backpack plunged several yards into the pool beneath the waterfall at Greasy Creek in Tennessee.

A pair was lost somewhere in the move between Tennessee and Georgia; let us hope they have found a happier home.

And, most recently, the Gulf of Mexico dragged a pair to its watery death after an unruly wave carried Allis to the shore (and held her underwater and ripped her top off, which was not entirely Allis’ fault.)

Let us now hope that the pair she will wear today while charter fishing will not meet a similar sorrowful fate.

Woe, woe, woe to Allis’ sunglasses!

Four tales of woe

7 thoughts on “Four tales of woe

  1. Wow, what a story. Thank goodness I wear clip-on sunglasses on my glasses. I’ve only lost them twice in the past four years (Have I had my glasses for four years? Time for some new ones! If only glasses weren’t so expensive…) and both times while skiing, and both times I got them back.

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