Good bye, my beloved sunglasses....

I never thought I'd be sad to lose a pair of sunglasses. Normally, I'd just go out and get a new pair. But alas, I cannot afford to replace my beloved Coach sunglasses. I was never a sunglasses snob until my 25th birthday, just over a year ago today, when my mother bought me my first pair of designer sunglasses. I was admiring their beauty inside the glass case and asked to try them on just to see what they felt like. They were perfect and my mother generously bought them for me for my birthday present. I loved them. They went everywhere with me. I wore them with pride and I loved showing them off. And now they are gone..... *sigh*
I lost them in the Cinemark movie theater. We were watching Tropic Thunder. Adam asked for the candy I snuck in inside my purse. And that is when it happened. My purse fell through the gap in the seat onto the floor. I thought I picked everything up off the floor but I was wrong. It wasn't until the next day I missed them. I went outside to look in the car just in case they were there. I was blinded by the sun as I walked back from the car, disappointed. I dug out an old cheap pair from my dresser. They just didn't feel the same. They felt cheap, uncomfortable and were scratched. I wear them in shame - shame because I am now a snob and feel self-conscious about wearing cheap sunglasses. I called the theater and they were not in their lost and found. Undoubtedly, someone else picked them up and realized their value and is now wearing them or selling them on ebay. Perhaps my sunglasses were picked up by someone who travels and they will get to see great beaches, mountains and other things they have missed out by having been forced to be worn by someone they would consider beneath them - a person who lives in the dirty desert, a person who doesn't wear designer clothes, a person who didn't put them away in a case, a person who wore them casually on top of her head but loved them nonetheless... Good bye dear sunglasses, good bye.