A few weeks ago I was on my way out to pick up my husband from work. As usual, I was stuck in the typical Friday afternoon rush & took my regular "short cut" - it saves me from going through 3 stop lights, but I end up in farm country. This is usually not a problem but today seemed to be the day from hell where trucks are out like flies on shit! I seriously was already very behind in my time frame, so much so that I walked out of the office without my favorite driving gloves. ( there's nothing worse to me than not being able to comfort myself with my gloves when I'm stressing...maybe you're familiar with that feeling?) The more traffic & slow-downs I encountered, the more agitated I got, making my mind wander along with my eyes. Then, the strangest thing happened...I got this unusual calm about me and something told me to look to the shoulder area. What should I spy but an unmistakable sight--- a pair of fine leather gloves!! I almost slammed on the brakes but thankfully I didn't or traffic really would've stopped in the form of an accident or two. I couldn't get that site out of my head for the rest of the drive. I swear something was causing me to believe I was hearing the gloves crying out to be possessed again, loved & carressed the way only a glove lover could. (Now i'm sure you think I'm crazy by now but I swear to you that I'm no more insane than yourself:) ) The gloves were crumpled into this haphazard sort of ball & I remember thinking out loud that I would never treat a pair of my own gloves that way... By now, I've gone to get my husband & finished my other errands for a typical Friday & was happy to be heading home. I told Kurt (my husband) of my experience and he listened as always, with his face displaying that look of "I love you dear but sometimes I just don't see what you see..." (I get that look a lot when it comes to gloves. *lol* Well, he ended up encouraging me to go home that way, even though it was out of the way. I was happy to oblige, even though I knew he just wanted to see if I was out of my gourd or not.... Wouldn't you know, he spotted them first! "pull over!!",he shouts... I do & he goes to retrieve the gloves. By now I'm about crawling out of my skin & beyond excited (in many ways, as I'm sure you know as gloves drive me ga-ga)& I can't wait for him to get back to the car. I was even jealous since he got to touch them & examine them first. He gets this big grin as he's getting back in the car and says,"Love, you're not going to believe this,but these gloves are a woman's size 6 1/2 & to me I can see absolutely nothing wrong with them." By now I have completely absorbed myself in these gloves.... fine soft deer hide gloves, short & small elastic gathering at the wrist...silk lined, not well worn at all & pretty tight so they were fairly new.... My husband jokingly started to tease me about wanting to get home by the sun was almost down & commented that someone must be missing these gloves as they must've gotten lost by mistake. Here, I had been sitting there for almost five minutes just totally absorbed in the effect that gloves, especially leather ones, has on me. To try to wrap up this strange occurence, I took an add out in the two largest papers to try to find the owner but it seems to me that I've just acquired a new pair of gloves, as no one at all responded to the ad. Strange but true, fate has a way with things & I very strongly believe that. Especially now....