Smile-breaks
Eyeglass mishaps
First I went to Kaiser, to the optometrist for the eye exam. Then I sat where you sit when you're waiting to be called by the eyeglass fitter, by the frames on the wall. I'd barely sat down when the guy called me over. No time to check out the frames. That was fast! He took my Kaiser card, fiddled with his computer, looked up and told me I wasn't due for glasses for another six weeks. The two year waiting period wasn't quite up. I could order them now, but I'd have to pay for them myself. . .
Of course I won't! All this summer I'd been thinking about getting new glasses and I was so looking forward to seeing better. My daughter had recently gotten eyeglasses at that place on Second Street—two pairs for the price of one. Good deal! And hers were ready promptly, so I decided to stop in and look around
I guess you know what happens when you "stop in." You're going to find something you like and be oh so tempted to go ahead and buy the dang things. At least I am.
And that's what happened. I found frames I loved and ordered them then and there, with my free second pair. The pair with the frames I loved would be ready in ten days and the other pair—for close-up—would be ready in a few days. They were. The ten-day pair was for distance. That's the pair I couldn't wait for.
Ten days went by. Kind'a slowly, it seemed. The call came in late in the day. "We've had a mishap." (My words, not theirs.) "One of the lenses they sent us is wrong. They're sending the right one and you can pick your glasses up tomorrow evening. We'll call you if there's a problem."
They didn't call. Good! Two whole days later I went to get my glasses. Not ready! "They won't be ready for at least eight days."
"She told me they'd be ready yesterday and that someone would call if there was a problem and no one called."
"WHO told you they'd be ready yesterday? No one here would have told you that. It takes ten days to get a new lens. Everyone here knows that. No one could have told you they'd be ready in a day." They—he and she—must've said that at least four times, rather indignantly.
They were ganging up on me. What could I do? I left. Someone had a little mishap. Not me. Them. About five days later they called and said my glasses were ready and I went in and got them and I still love the frames and maybe I'll even go back to Kaiser and get the ones covered by my insurance since it's been well over six weeks and no way could there be another mishap. Why? Because I've declared a six month moratorium on mishaps. All mishaps. Yours, too.
