The missing shades

In early July my wife and I traveled to Atlanta to visit her parents for a little over a week...to relax a little. When we arrived we were greeted with paint brushes, large stacks of ceramic tiles, and an extensive list of "while you are here you can..." But that is a whole other blog in and of itself. Amidst the calamity of installing a tile floor and painting, we were invited to a wedding and a reception of some good friends of theirs. Ken said that we could only go with them if we had completed items 1-44 of the "while you are here" list. Anyhow, we busted our butts and met the mark, famished and dehydrated because we were not allowed to take breaks. Ken then sprayed us off with the hose (our shower) and we prepared to go. On our way out the door, Ken stopped dead in his tracks. He did not have his sunglasses!!! Where could they be??? We looked for a few minutes and they were nowhere to be found. Alas, Mar and I hopped in the Yugo that we were "allowed" to borrow if we promised not to abuse it, while Ken and Queen Luella sported their '05 T-Bird. Along the way we had to stop and pick up the grandparents of the bride to be. Dude had to be over a hundred years old, which was good because he and Ken had something in common. But, even more important were the shades that Grandpa was wearing. They were exactly like Ken's. Wait. They were Ken's!!! The old man had jacked Ken's shades. We aren't talking about the sweet green/black kind that fit over eyeglasses that are commonly worn by the more mature generations. These shades are one of a kind. They remind me of the shades that Ray Charles used to sport, but they were larger, thicker and blacker!!! If my memory serves me correctly, they are even prescription, with the bi-focal line and all!!! We were not sure how that he acquired them, but my and Margaret's best guess is that he is one of those super ninja types that sneaks around at night and steals cool stuff. Regardless of how the old man had acquired the shades, Ken now had a mission of his own, to get his shades back. It took Grandpa about 20 minutes to get from inside the house to outside the garage door. Just as the old man was exiting the garage Ken stuck is size 14 in front of Grandpa's next step and gave him a little shove in the back. (To this day Ken denies any such actions. He says that Grandpa was starting to stumble so he reached out to grab him by the shoulder and inadvertently pushed him to the ground.) During this "scuffle" the shades fell from Grandpa's face and bounced into the grass. Margaret and I rushed to help Grandpa up because Ken was to busy polishing his newly acquired shades. After another 30 minutes of manipulating Grandpa and Grandma into the back seat of the Yugo we were on our way. Grandma's wheelchair would not fit into the the hatch so we strapped it up top. Grandpa had a few bruises, my knees were pressed against the dash of the Yugo and Ken was smiling ear to ear with his recently recovered shades. Colorin, colorado, este cuento se ha acabado.