B on the Lookout!

My sunglasses were stolen at the gym today. I should have known it was going to be bad gym visit when (1) I couldn't find a parking spot (2) I told my friend Nick to go to the wrong gym and (3) I had Lake Michigan running out my nose. Normally I would have taken off my sunglasses and placed the pair in the locker. But because I had to seriously blow my nose, I rushed in, set my Ray Bans on the counter, and reached for a Kleenex. Someone saw them laying there, but didn't turn them in the front desk. As a result, a gym goer decided to take what wasn't theirs. As my friend Jacob noted, "Maybe they couldn't have your drawers so they took the next best thing." Perhaps Jacob. Perhaps. All I know is I hope Karma bites them in the ass - and hard.