Malcolm Gray

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Malcolm Gray Opticians, an elderly gentleman adjusted his glasses with meticulous care. Suddenly, every Wednesday afternoon at precisely three o’clock, the doors of an empty office would creak open, revealing nothing but a shadowy figure who never lingered. One day, a delivery driver noticed the mysterious figure and decided to follow it. The shadow led him through winding streets until they reached an old pub where everyone knew each other by heart. Turns out, it was just Malcolm’s neighbor, popping in for a pint after work.

2. A curious old man entered Malcolm Gray Opticians one foggy morning, squinting intently through his half-glasses as he studied the display cases. ‘I believe,’ said the old man, ‘that I’ve seen these very frames on my travels.’ The optician raised an eyebrow but adjusted a pair of spectacles anyway. After a moment’s scrutiny, the customer declared triumphantly, ‘Ah yes—now I can see clearly again!’ and shuffled out into the misty street, leaving Malcolm Gray scratching his head and muttering something about eccentric locals.

3. In the quiet afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Malcolm Gray Opticians and noticed something peculiar. The faint sound of clicking glasses echoed from within, as if someone were meticulously arranging frames on shelves. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman busily polishing lenses with a soft cloth. Turns out, it was just Mr. Gray himself, ensuring every pair sparkled like new. With a smile, the delivery driver left, thinking that maybe Malcolm Gray’s secret was simply his impeccable attention to detail.

4. A neighborhood kid, bored on a rainy day, crept into Malcolm Gray Opticians, peering curiously at rows of spectacle frames. Suddenly, he spotted a pair of old-fashioned glasses with thick lenses and a crooked arm. Curious, he picked them up, only to hear a deep voice from behind: 'Young man, those are mine!' Turning around, he found Malcolm himself, leaning against the counter, laughing heartily. 'I thought you retired years ago,' whispered the boy sheepishly. 'Not quite yet,' grinned Malcolm, shaking his head.