Ok, they were gloves.
On thursday I bought these great new gloves... brown leather with fur on the inside, only ten dollars, from my favorite little shop on Roncy. They were the perfect fit and pretty much the gloves of my dreams. Anyway, by friday night they were left lonesome on the streetcar while I wandered home in a blurry and meandering state. My cold hands notified me of the loss. But what can you do. I just hope someone nice with the same size hands as me will find them and love them as much as I did, but hopefully moreso on account that whoever gets them, gets them for free. Dammit! It's like I paid ten dollars for a 24 hour glove rental.
I think I'll need to wait til I get paid again to search for the new perfect gloves.
Arrrgh.