I went to the optometrist today. Mom wanted a new pair of spectacles and so did I because my current one sucks. It was my first pair and I’ve had it for more than 4 years now I think. It’s frameless, flimsy, it droops, and that thing that goes over your ears – what do you call it? – is not equal in length. In short, it’s as lousy as a pair of spectacles can get. This time around I want a half moon frame and a sturdy one. And I want it the lens to darken when it’s exposed to UV. Perfect!
So after we reached the place…
It started to drizzle when we got out of the car so I grabbed and umbrella and opened it. Guess what? The freaking umbrella bit me! Now I have a 10 micrometer dent in my finger.
I passed the umbrella to my mom so I could squeeze the blood out with my other hand. But my mom walked off with the umbrella. Mom: Must get spectacles! Must get spectacles! What the…I opened the umbrella so I can walk in the rain?
We got into the shop my mom went to sometime like a decade ago. She wants to go back there because that place is kinda good, or something like that. It was old. Everything in it is old. The optometrist is old. The frames are for octogenarians and there were very little choices available. But of course there are modern looking frames too but since he’s got too little choices I thought I might as well go to another place. Wrong! I did go to other optometrists later, in shopping malls, where everything is new and fashionable but…but they have boring monotonous frames. Colours, yea, but designs? Yawn. That old man had really nice frames. I’d go back there but I don’t communicate well with old people.
My mom got out, after getting her eyes checked, and whispered to me, “I don’t think you will want to get yours done here. He doesn’t have those new fancy equipments to check your eyes.” My mom must have got so used to the other shops that she forgot this place is old. Maybe it didn’t seem old a decade ago. Hmm…I wonder what he uses. I don’t even remember what those ‘fashionable’ shops used to check my eyes. I’ve only checked my eyes once after all. I didn’t get to see the eye testing room because I had to guard the door. Yes you heard that right. The old man was the only one around and he didn’t turn on the air-con, or maybe it’s spoilt, so he had to keep the door wide opened. And if the door’s wide opened, somebody has to guard it. @#$%!
I sat there like an idiot while waiting for them to come out. Thank god there were newspapers. Finally, after like 30 minutes, he came out and I get to try on a few frames. They’re still, by far, the nicest ones I’ve tried on today. Shame on those fancy expensive shops.
My mom chose hers and he proceeded to measure her nose bridge, length of her eye, and er…I don’t know what else, with a little specially calibrated ruler. He even used his finger like an artist would use his pencil to measure the object they’re sketching. How bout me four years ago? I put my face on some device and it automatically measures my nose bridge. Pooh. When I got my glasses the measurement strayed so much from what it should be it could have ruined the economy of the world. My nose bridge is not retarded so it must be that device or the optometrist. Man, maybe you should get your eyes checked instead. I bet rulers work better.
I think I should still check other shops for better, less monotonous frames before resorting to that old shop. And I don’t think I want that shade transitioning or whatever it’s called lenses anymore. It’s freaking expensive and I’m poor. Why do I even want to get a new pair of glasses? It’s not like I wear them everyday. In fact I hardly ever wear them. Sigh.
To tell you the truth, it’s just so I can see all those cute guys from far away. But it’s possible they might turn out to be hideous. Worth risking the money?