Out the Backside

I broke down after two and a half years and picked up a pair of sunglasses in Chicago on Thursday. Why Chicago? I was sitting in Ohare waiting for over 2 hours for my 19 minute flight to Milwaukee. Think of that, two hours for a 19 minute flight… Anyhow, couldn’t even grab a frosty beverage because they continually lied to us and pushed back the flight time in increments of 20 minutes! Fortunately, the retailers of this world, masters of the ignorant public that they are, placed a Sunglass Hut right next to my gate. Found a sweet pair and $80 later I’m back at the gate for the next 20 minutes of BS. Since Wisconsin in the winter is like walking in a cave I wasn’t able to use them until I got back to Phx. Climbed into my car Tuesday morning and pulled out of the garage. Whoa… the colors… WTH? Guess I bought polarized sunglasses and didn’t realize it.  Made it into work for an hour and then it was time for lunch. Numero Once was calling my name at El Bravo, but alas they were closed. On to Via deLosantos. Saw my usual parking spot and proceeded to back in since… you know…. that’s how I do-do. BAM!! Yup, smacked the back wheel on the curb. Didn’t even want to get out and look at my once unblemished rim. I’m blaming it on the polarized glasses. Bad juju right from the get go.