R.I.P. Ray-Bans...x2

Living the affordable life isn't all a bed of roses. Recently, I have had the grand misfortune of laying to rest not one, but two pair of vintage 1950's RayBan Wayfarer sunglasses...real ones, with lenses actually made of glass.Even worse, both were gifts of Mrs. G.

I had one pair in brown tortoise, with lenses tinted green. Being a brown shoe sort of guy, these were quite the thing, and damned if they didn't look murder with a Barbour jacket. Then one day I dropped them, and they broke, but I kept them, always hoping that salvation would come.

Recently I posted about some other broken eye wear, and a commenter put me wise to Hilco, in Plainville, MA. According to their website, you simply mail them your busted glasses, and for $25 plus s&h, they fix them and send them back. Score!

So I sent them off. But today I received a call from a very nice lady at Hilco. She said they received my glasses, by they were unable to fix them. She felt so bad, she said they would eat the cost of mailing them back to me. Ashes to ashes.

Back when I broke these glasses, I had in reserve a second pair of black Wayfarers, also the gift of Mrs. G. I lost those back in August. Damn it!

Now, I wear these bad knock-offs that I bought for eight bucks some place. Sure, from a distance they look fine, and they do keep the glare out of my eyes when I drive, but they really are junk.

Back to pestering Mrs. G. for a new pair in brown tortoise shell for my upcoming birthday. She reads the blog, so feel free to leave comments in support of my plea for her to see.

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