Arbor Eye Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Arbor Eye Center, a regular customer complained loudly one day, ‘Why do I always get the wrong glasses here?’ The staff shrugged it off, but soon noticed something strange—every time he tried on a pair, they seemed to fit someone else’s face perfectly. Finally, an embarrassed employee realized that every frame had been labeled with the previous customer's measurements. After fixing the mix-up, everyone got their correct specs—and our regular even joked that maybe his eyes were just shape-shifters!

2. At Arbor Eye Center, during an ordinary afternoon, a delivery driver placed a package on the counter and said gravely, 'This is urgent—open it immediately!' The staff exchanged puzzled glances but did as instructed. Inside was a small box with a note reading, 'For optimal vision.' Inside the box lay a pair of old-fashioned spectacles. A staff member picked them up curiously and exclaimed, ‘These are from the 1950s!’ Another colleague joked, ‘Maybe they’re for time-traveling customers.’ Just then, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked, ‘Excuse me, do you have any vintage frames?’ Turns out, it was his great-grandfather’s glasses.

3. At Arbor Eye Center, while a little girl waited for her glasses to be adjusted, she suddenly pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mommy, look! The man behind the counter has eyes that change color!' The mother smiled, leaning down to whisper back, ‘Honey, everyone’s eyes can change color in different lights.’ Just then, an older gentleman approached with his new prescription, saying, ‘Excuse me, do you mind if I try on these frames too? They seem to match my ever-changing irises perfectly!’

4. At Arbor Eye Center, while a little girl waited for her glasses to be adjusted, she noticed something peculiar in the reflection of the mirror. Every time she blinked, a tiny bird seemed to fly across the room, only to vanish when she looked directly at it. Curious, she tilted her head and asked the optician if there was really a bird flying around. The kind doctor smiled and explained that it was just an optical illusion—a trick played by her own eyelashes reflecting off the polished lenses. As she left, laughing, she waved goodbye to the ‘bird’ one last time, only to see it flutter away into the arms of a surprised delivery driver waiting outside.