New Shades

Yeah, again.

For some reason that I can't even begin to fathom, the trickiest task for me is being able to keep a pair of sunglasses safe and sound while using them to the fullest.

First it was those blasted monkeys that grabbed my sunglasses. Then it was those blasted evolved monkeys, or man, as they are commonly known, who grabbed my sunglasses. Oh, but I haven't told you about that now, have I?

Whilst vacationing in Gangtok, I took my sunglasses from my bag and kept them on the bed at my hotel room as I wasn't anticipating needing them. The day was cloudy and dark enough and my bag was overflowing with its usual junk and I had wanted to make some space. I locked the room carefully, put the heavy brass keys into my bag and went off touristing away.

When I came back, my glasses were missing. So were a few gobs of aloe vera gel from my friend's beauty kit.

I had to go and get new glasses made now. Story of my life. Sigh.

At least I have the last laugh. I wonder what the thief will do when he finds out he can't see properly through my sunglasses because they have my power built in?

Monkeying around

I was out holidaying in the mountains. The crisp cold air, the misty roads, the bundles of warm clothing, the occassional hot cuppa - it was heavenly. Literally. That is, until I came to be swamped in a conspiracy.

Conspiracy in the mountains?

I stepped out of the cab to take some photographs. I was looking all dapper in my cooling glasses and muffler and all and thought a pic of me in the mountains was all that Vogue was looking for. I took off my James Bond shades to adjust the camera. All of a sudden, without warning, a huge - and I mean gigantic - monkey strode up to me, dragged me down by my muffler and snatched my glares out of my hand. Before I had time to blink, it scampered off to join its sniggering buddies.

I was non-plussed for a moment. Then my face turned varying shades of purple as my anger slowly escalated. Before I could utter a feral snarl and lunge at those creatures, my cabbie told me to sit back in the car and that he would retrieve my shades in a jiffy.

I watched interestedly as he grabbed a huge stick and started doing a rain dance around the monkeys. Within minutes, the offending creature dropped my shades and ran off. My cabbie picked them up and proudly presented them to me.

The earpiece was gone, they wouldn't fit properly and there were scratches on the lens. I sighed. Well, it was about time I got a new pair of shades anyway.