While walking to the front entrance of the office, I glanced to one side, and a wind gust caught my glasses and ripped them off my face. There was a *tink* as they struck the car beside me, but after that I couldn't see where they went.
I have enough difficulty finding them sometimes when I put them down on the duvet at home, as they have a very light frame, being almost not there at all. Against gravel, with wide dark lines between the stones, they'd be pretty well unfindable. But even a number of colleagues who darted out to help me couldn't see them anywhere.
One colleague gave me a lift home to collect my spare pair (which weren't where they were when I last knew where they were, but I rolled a natural 20 on the 'Guess where they've been tidied to' roll), and I was back at work five minutes later.
And with the
They were five parking spaces along, against the kerb.
