The fell right off the back of the bike! I knew they weren't bungee'd tighly enough, but I shrugged off my misgivings.

Noticed they were gone at the station. Left a message on my husband's cell for him to look for them as he drove to the train. Half an hour after I get to work, he calls, "did you lose your sandals?" (Did he get the message I'd left? no! Hate his phone.)

He walked to the train because he didn't want to bike in his nice pants. He'd seen a shoe, wanted to photograph it, then thought, that really looks like Sue's new sandals that we ordered special from REI. So he called to ask because I'm obviously the kind of person who would lose her shoes off the back of the bike.

Now I'm sitting in my nice warm office, but at least with air circulating my toesies.