Piccadilly Opticians

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Piccadilly Opticians with an urgent shipment. As he unloaded boxes from the van, he noticed something odd: every time he looked in the shop window, his reflection seemed to be wearing different pairs of glasses. Curious, he peered closer and saw that each pair was slightly misaligned—one lens tilted ever so slightly or the frames crooked just enough to make him look like a total dork. Finally, laughing out loud, he realized it wasn’t him—it was the reflection of the old lady next door who always wore her reading glasses wonkily when she watered her garden.

2. Late one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Piccadilly Opticians with an urgent package. ‘This must get inside,’ he muttered under his breath as he noticed an old gentleman adjusting his glasses in the shop window. 'I wonder if he knows something’s coming?' Just then, an elderly lady approached the window, muttering, ‘Why does everyone always rush around here?’ The delivery man smiled sheepishly and said, ‘Probably because someone forgot their prescription.’ They both laughed, and the old gentleman adjusted his glasses again, winking at the lady. Inside, the owner shook his head and whispered, ‘Another day, another mystery.’

3. Early one autumn morning, as the sun crept over the rooftops of New York City, a delivery driver pulled up outside Piccadilly Opticians with an urgent package. Upon opening the box, he found nothing but an old pair of spectacles wrapped in dusty tissue paper and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘For your best customer, anonymous admirer.’ The delivery driver shrugged, put on the glasses, and suddenly everything around him was blurry—except for the sign above Piccadilly Opticians, which read ‘Closed Today.’

4. Early one spring morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Piccadilly Opticians with an unexpected surprise. Amongst the usual boxes and packages in his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. He opened it curiously, revealing not just any package but a pair of old spectacles, complete with a note scribbled in pencil: 'To whomever finds these—please return them to Mr. Brown at No. 7.' The delivery driver laughed, thinking it must be some prank. Later that day, while adjusting his own glasses, he realized they were exactly like those in the box.