In October, I had my regular eye exam and, of course, my vision had changed. I own three frames (four counting sunglasses) and it was time for the round ones that I really like. I left them with the eye doctor and they told me my glasses would be ready in three or four weeks. My lenses require a complicated, multi-prism grind. It's never fast.*
Three weeks later, I picked them up, put them on and looked around the store, enjoying the sharpened vision. I thanked the tech and clipped the matching sunglasses on. They didn't fit as well as they had, but hey, new lenses. Went out into the sunshine, drove to work and didn't take a good look at the new glasses in a mirror until I was washing my hands a couple of hours later. One kind of round lens, one egg-shaped lens, the frames forced around them with some buckling for the lease-round side. They looked awful.
I called the eye doctor immediately and took the glasses back the next day, where at first they saw only the frame damage, then realized neither lens was the right shape. They sent the glasses back to their lab -- a different one than the one that has made my lenses for over a decade; the practice was sold some time ago and the new owners have their own lab. That was almost a month ago.
Monday, they called me. "Our lab says they can't fix your glasses. We're sending them to a different lab. Those frames are so old, you know, it's hard to put lenses in them...." My round frames are maybe five years old. There have been no major changes to the way eyeglass lenses for into frames in my lifetime, and hardly any in the last century.
The frames are probably ruined. My trust certainly is. The "one-hour" place I went to when I needed vision correction in a hurry did okay and while I like the guy who has been doing my eye exams, I won't trust his employer to make me glasses again.
My vision was terrible when I was a child. I successfully faked it until third grade, when my teacher figured out that I couldn't read the blackboard at all, and that I thought it was just a cruel joke that everyone got except me. (Mom: "So that's why you sit so near the TV!") My world looked like an Impressionist painting, seen too close, all fuzzy blobs and smears. It matters to me to be able to see clearly.
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* After cataract surgery, I had a "one-hour eyeglasses" place make up a pair of glasses that only corrected my greatly-changed nearsightedness, while I waited for the astigmatism to settle down. A month later, I went back to have lenses for my full prescription made and the technician told me, "Okay, come back this afternoon and..." before doing a double-take at the prescription and apologizing, "Oh. Sorry. This will be two or three weeks. We can't make these here." Yep.
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