I've never been one to wear sunglasses. I find that I usually end up losing them or sitting on them or just turning them into some sort of poor investment.
I was at work and someone had left their sunglasses behind so I was walking around the kitchen wearing them. Alex, the dishwasher, commented that I should get some cop glasses. A day or two later the wife and I were doing some shopping and using up the last of the gift cards we had gotten as gifts for our wedding. We walked past a display for sunglasses that were on sale. So I got some.
What I like about sunglasses is that you can stare at people without them knowing that you're looking at them. When I was younger and more single, this usually meant looking at the ladies. Now, however, it seems to tie in nicely with my using the bus. There seems to be a propensity for crazy people on the bus. Thus, staring at crazy people on the bus has become one of my favorite pastimes.
I realized, last night, that I was staring at some crazy people getting on the bus. Since it was after 11 p.m. there was little reason for wearing my sunglasses. Crazy people resent when you stare at them. It was only after some angry, confrontational stares from the crazy people that I realized I was staring without benefit of sunglasses. Fortunately I made it home alive.
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