Buffalo Eye Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little girl entered the Buffalo Eye Clinic one afternoon, squinting curiously as she looked around. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes widened and she pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'why does it look like there’s someone up there watching us?' The mother smiled gently, kneeling down to meet her daughter's eye level. ‘Honey,’ she said softly, pointing upwards too, “that’s just our friendly neighborhood optometrist, Dr. Lens. He likes to keep an eye on things from his perch above.’ The little girl giggled, nodding in understanding. From that day on, whenever they visited Buffalo Eye Clinic, everyone waved cheerfully at Dr. Lens—who was actually just a pair of old spectacles hanging from a hook.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Buffalo Eye Clinic early one morning. ‘Why is it so quiet around here?’ he muttered, glancing at the closed sign and empty parking lot. Just then, a regular walked out, adjusting his new glasses with a smile. 'Morning!' he said cheerfully. The delivery driver blinked in surprise. 'What’s open?' he asked. 'The eye clinic,' replied the man. 'It’s always open for good vision.'

3. A foggy dawn broke over Buffalo, and a delivery driver pulled up to the Buffalo Eye Clinic. He stepped out, rubbing sleep from his eyes, wondering if he’d taken the right route. Inside, an old pair of glasses seemed to wink at him from behind the counter. The glasses twinkled mischievously as they whispered something indistinctly. The delivery driver shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was just tired. Later that day, while adjusting someone’s prescription, he noticed a familiar glint in one of the frames. Turned out, it was his own pair—left behind years ago when he moved to town. A warm smile spread across his face as he realized how much Buffalo had become like home.

4. Late one night, an old man shuffled into the Buffalo Eye Clinic, rubbing his eyes and muttering to himself. The receptionist looked up sharply when she heard a strange clicking sound coming from behind her desk. The receptionist froze as she saw an enormous pair of reading glasses perched on top of his head, their arms swaying like antennae in the dim light. 'I think,' he said sleepily, 'these belong to someone else.' A delivery driver walked in moments later, complaining about missing contacts. ‘Must be mine,’ grinned the old man, winking at the receptionist.