Latvian ice hockey success!
dtgreene: Reminds me of a problem that people who wear glasses (like myself) sometimes experience. One might be wondering "where are my glasses?", only to find them on their own head.
matterbandit: This has happened to me a couple of times! LOL! Happy to know I'm not the only one. I feel less crazy now... xD
In Poland we've got "Okulary" ("Glasses") by Julian Tuwim, Poem known by everyone :) The translation is not perfect, as always, but:
Mister Hilary runs and screams:
“Where on Earth could my glasses be?”
He checks in his pants and in his frock,
In his shoes, and in his socks.
Closet? Upturned, in a sorry shape,
He pats his robe, already patted his cape.
“A scandal!” he yells, “it’s beyond belief!
To have my glasses—stolen by a thief!”
Under the couch, on top of the seat,
Everywhere he pries: wheezing, beat.
He looks in the oven, and up the chimney,
In mouse holes and between piano keys.
He’ll rip up the floor, piece by piece,
Already he wants to call the police.
Then suddenly he peeks into the mirror…
He can’t believe it… He draws nearer.
Eureka! Though who would ever suppose,
His glasses are on his very own nose.
