About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to MyEyeDr., fumbling with an oversized box. Suddenly, the store’s neon sign flickered on and off like a mischievous wink. Inside, the clerk adjusted her glasses, cocking her head curiously as if she could see something beyond ordinary sight. The clerk smiled mysteriously and motioned for the driver to come inside. As he entered, she whispered conspiratorially, ‘Did you know that sometimes when people look through our special lenses, they can see things from their past visits?’ The driver blinked, then laughed nervously, realizing too late that his own reflection was grinning back at him from behind the counter.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to MyEyeDr., muttering under his breath as he struggled with an oversized box. ‘What on earth is in here?’ he wondered aloud, when suddenly the door of the shop opened wide and a voice boomed out: ‘And just what do you think you're doing, young man?’ The delivery driver jumped back, nearly dropping his clipboard. A gruff old man stood silhouetted against the light inside, hands on hips. 'I asked you a question,' he repeated. Turns out it was just an overeager salesman showing off new frames to a regular. They both laughed, and the driver left with a free pair of sunglasses.
3. A curious neighbor noticed something odd on MyEyeDr.’s parking lot late one morning. Among the usual discarded boxes and empty bottles lay a brightly colored kite, its strings tangled in the grass. Who could have left such a whimsical surprise? Curiosity piqued, the neighbor decided to investigate further. Hidden behind some bushes was an old shopping bag with ‘MyEyeDr.’ printed on it. Inside were more colorful kites—all neatly packed but clearly unused. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally dropped off the wrong shipment, thinking it was for his own kid’s birthday party. The kind staff at MyEyeDr. found joy in sharing the unexpected gift with their community.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to MyEyeDr., trying not to wake the sleeping city around him. Suddenly, he heard a tiny voice from inside the car: 'Daddy, why is that sign blinking?' The delivery driver looked down and saw his little daughter, fast asleep in her car seat, watching the neon eye chart outside blink in the dark. ‘It’s just a sign, honey,’ he whispered, smiling. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood teased him for almost bringing home an eyeball instead of glasses.’