I found these glasses outside a bar in Columbus and altruistically pocketed them, anticipating creating a craigslist: lost and found post later that night. I imagined a romantic scene of some bookish, absentminded type, squinting at his computer monitor to learn that his beloved frames were not lost forever, that soon he could reunite his eyeballs with their better half.
I've gotten lots of responses to my post but so far no inquirer has been a match for the poor dejected specs (dejecs?). Every e-mail in my inbox seems a chance at ocular bliss, and after so many near misses, it's beginning to really bum me out.
Mostly, though, I'm surprised at how many people have responded to a post for glasses found on a specific night outside a specific bar. What the hell, Columbus? Why can't this town juggle drinking and corrective eyewear?
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