Last year I made a list, checked it, got to the airport and boarded the flight, confident I had everything. The plane lands, the door opens, I'm right at the front and I think 'damn'. The steward looks at me and says 'sunglasses?' - I can only nod. And then I'm forced to go into those shops and see the cringe-worthy cheap Chinese brand clones that I know are just going to burn my retinae with UV. What's hilarious is the earnestness of the woman going through a box to find me the cheap nylon slip-case with the properly screen-printed fake logo to match.