Aardvark Eyewear

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Aardvark Eyewear, customers often noticed something peculiar: whenever an old delivery driver stopped by, the store’s vintage glasses would mysteriously rearrange themselves on the shelves. One day, a new employee asked why the glasses always faced outward after deliveries. An elderly neighbor overhearing said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins—he does it out of kindness.’ Turned out, Mr. Jenkins was simply making sure everyone could see the best pairs first!’

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a regular would arrive at Aardvark Eyewear. He’d quietly slip into the shop and sit in the corner, never saying a word. One morning, the owner noticed that the regular had left behind his favorite hat—a trilby with a crooked brim. Curious, she picked it up and placed it on her head just for fun. Suddenly, the doorbell chimed, and there stood the regular himself, smiling and nodding approvingly. From then on, whenever someone tried on a new pair of glasses, they couldn’t help but wonder if the regular was watching from above.

3. At night, after closing hours, a shadowy figure could be seen adjusting glasses on mannequins in Aardvark Eyewear's window display. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the silhouette and asked if everything was okay. The ghostly figure turned out to be just an enthusiastic optometrist practicing his fitting skills for a local contest. From then on, whenever someone visited Aardvark Eyewear, they’d hear stories of how the place was haunted by a friendly specter who ensured every pair of glasses fit like a glove.

4. At lunchtime, when everyone else was having their sandwich, a mysterious voice crackled over Aardvark Eyewear’s intercom: ‘Your new frames are ready—just like your last five pairs.’ A puzzled customer, a regular named Mr. Jenkins, walked in and asked about his latest order. The gruff optician replied, 'Just like always—square lenses, round frame, and completely wrong prescription!' As Mr. Jenkins rubbed his eyes, a delivery driver chuckled from behind the counter, 'Hey, at least they’re consistent.'