When returning to the apartment we stopped at a roadside restaurant
for lunch. After finishing ourr meal, we left the restaurant and
resumed our trip.

When leaving, I unknowingly left my glasses on the
table and I didn't miss them until we had been driving about twenty
minutes.

By then, to add to the aggravation, we had to travel quite a distance
before they could find a place to turn around the Tribeca since we were
towing the 35s5 on the yard trailer-- in order to return to the
restaurant to retrieve my glasses.

All the way back, Robert became the classic grouchy old man.

He fussed and complained and scolded me relentlessly during the
entire return drive.

The more Robert chided me -- the more agitated he became. He just
wouldn't
let up one minute.

To my relief, we finally arrived at the restaurant.

As I got out of the tribeca and hurried inside to retrieve my
glasses, the old geezer Robert yelled to me, "While you're in there,
you might
as well get my camera , and the credit card."


Suzy
35s5
NY