About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Texan Eye Care and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something strange: a mix of old books, fresh coffee, and lemon drops. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman wearing thick glasses appeared in the doorway, holding a cup of steaming coffee. ‘Ah,’ he said with a smile, “just another late-night visitor.” The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was just a regular who stayed up too late reading. As they chatted, the humming grew louder—a small fan had been left on all day. The driver left, shaking his head and muttering, “Texan Eye Care must be open twenty-four seven for people like that!”
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Texan Eye Care and noticed an old man waving frantically from inside. ‘What’s going on?’ asked the puzzled driver. The man replied, ‘I’m trying to find my glasses!’ Finally, the delivery driver found a pair of half-framed spectacles sitting on top of a nearby shelf. ‘Found them!’ shouted the relieved old man. As he put them on, his face lit up with recognition—‘Aha! Now I remember… I left them here last week.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Texan Eye Care and noticed an odd sight: a regular was walking around with his glasses on backwards. Curious, the driver followed him inside. The old man didn’t notice anything amiss until he reached the counter, whereupon his friendly neighbor exclaimed, ‘Hey, I thought that was you! Why do you always wear your glasses backward when you come here?’ The regular sheepishly adjusted them—right way round this time—and everyone had a good laugh.
4. Late one night, when the streets of Texas were quiet as a Sunday morning, an old man shuffled into Texan Eye Care. He asked for reading glasses so softly that the clerk almost missed him. After a moment’s hesitation, the clerk found himself a pair and handed them over with a smile. The old man peered through them, nodded approvingly, then turned around—only to reveal he was wearing another pair underneath his hat. ‘These are mine,’ he said, patting his chest. ‘Just needed these for you.’ And with a twinkle in his eye, he shuffled out, leaving behind a bemused but warmed-up staff.