In an effort to continue my seemingly endless spending spree here in Connecticut, I decided to buy a new pair of glasses yesterday. I’ve had the same pair for just over two years and I still love them, but I thought I’d mix things up a bit and throw in a new look – which would be the first time in my life that I have owned more than one pair of glasses at a time.
So my mom and I went to Lenscrafters in the good old Danbury Fair Mall. We spent about an hour picking out a pair of glasses (which of course turned out to be the first pair I tried on). My mom even picked up a new pair and I was looking at prescription sunglasses as well.
After a while, one of the ladies came over to give us some advice (read: secure her commission) and asked me about my prescription (my eyes are so bad I actually can’t get certain types of glasses because the lenses would be too thick). She took one look and told me that they can’t sell me any glasses because my prescription is 2 years and 4 months old – 4 months older than they accept.
Now I am the type of person that always goes for the usual checkups. For some reason I kind of like going to the doctor. It’s a whole hour of the day when I just get to talk about myself (the same reason I like job interviews). But this year, given that I’m in the middle of a move from Malaysia to Thailand, I figured I would just go to the eye doctor this fall so that I have a doctor in the country where I actually live. I understand that it’s more than the recommended two years between appointments, but aren’t they my eyes? Can’t I decide when I get my eyes checked?
I guess not. And I guess I’m not getting new glasses either.
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