I forgot my glasses and someone stole my Visine!

So, I have this stupid hereditary eye condition that doesn't allow me to wear contacts (at least not the comfortable soft kind), so I wear glasses pretty much anytime I want to read, type or watch TV. For the rest of the time, I can get by without them just fine (I just squint to make out fine details). It's not your traditional "blurry" vision associated with near-sightedness and far-sightedness. I wish. No, mine is the difficult kind that changes on a daily basis. Pain in the butt.

My point. As I get ready in the morning, I don't need my glasses. However, I have to remember to put them in my dress shirt pocket before I leave otherwise I'm in a world of hurt once I get to work. Normally, I'm pretty good at remembering (I have a twice a year rate of forgetting). Today is one of those days. Of course, I didn't realize I had forgotten them until after my wife had dropped me off at the Metro station and I had settled comfortable into my train seat eager to read the next chapter in my science fiction periodical. Yeah, Buck Rogers wouldn't have to worry about this crap.

Anyway, today has been a struggle. Not only do I have to sit inches away from my monitor, I also have to constantly squint to make out the differences between commas and periods. This gives me a raging headache and very red, bloodshot eyes. Now, being prepared for this kind of eventuality, I keep a stash of Visine on my desk to alleviate my eyes when these types of discomforts arise. Luckily, it doesn't happen too often so the Visine goes mostly unused, but sits there as a refreshing reminder that relief is only a few drops away.

So naturally, today, when I really need it, the Visine is nowhere to be found. Someone stole it. Yeah, that's right. STOLEN. It couldn't have fallen off my desk, because it's on the L shaped portion I rarely use, and sits back over two feet from the edge of the desk - against a solid wall with no gaps. There's nowhere for it to go - except for into some thief's pocket!

I ask all of you: who in the world would steal someone else's nasty, used bottle of Visine? Normally the absurdity of that question would lead me to believe that perhaps I lost it, or that it had fallen down. But as you can see from the picture below, that scenario is unlikely. So I'm left with the unfortunate conclusion that someone has stolen $4 worth of property from me in my place of work. I feel so violated. Well that, and my eyes hurt from typing this.