Since he had not noticed his spectacles were missing, I was not on the lookout for them. Which means that they certainly did not cross my mind when I backed out of the driveway to go run a few errands.
Just as I pulled into the parking lot of CVS, Mr. Incredible phoned to ask me if I had noticed anything unusual as I left the house.
I had run over the glasses in their case.
Now that I have had a few hours to think about it, I was the one who pulled his backpack out of the backseat yesterday. And I have a vague recollection of thinking something fell out of the backpack, but when I looked down, I saw nothing and went in the house.
|What was this doing under my car?|
|It used to close...|
Miraculously, this now sad looking case did it's job!
|Wonder if he has a little Clark Kent in him?|
Apart from the chewed on earpieces and scratched lenses (from being dropped on cement), Bonus' specs are damage-free!
I wish I could say the same for the two GIANT jars of strawberry preserves that fell out of my trunk when I opened it up after running my errands.
You win some; you lose some...