About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wicker Park Eye Center and noticed something strange: every time he parked near that old oak tree, his glasses would mysteriously fog up. Curious, he moved further away from the tree—and voilà, no more foggy lenses! Word spread among neighbors who started parking strategically around the tree for clearer vision during their visits. Eventually, someone painted an arrow on the pavement pointing away from the tree with a sign reading ‘Park Here For Crystal-Clear Vision.’ It became such a joke that even today, locals occasionally tease each other about it when dropping off prescriptions at the Wicker Park Eye Center.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wicker Park Eye Center with a box of contact lenses. As he reached for the door handle, he heard a voice whispering behind him: 'Put them in my eyes.' Curious, he turned around and saw no one. Just as he shrugged it off, another voice whispered, ‘They’re right here!’ Looking down, he found himself staring into two big brown eyes belonging to a small puppy that had crawled out from under the reception desk. The delivery guy laughed, scratched the pup’s head, and thought, ‘At least tonight was more interesting than usual.’
3. A delivery driver pulled up outside the Wicker Park Eye Center late one night, only to find that his headlights had illuminated an unusual sight—a man in a giant eyeball costume dancing in the street. The delivery driver parked his truck and got out, curious but not too worried. As he approached, the man in the costume turned around with a big smile, revealing a friendly face beneath. It was just a neighborhood prankster having fun on a quiet night. The two ended up laughing together, and the driver even offered him some snacks from his delivery bag. Afterward, they shook hands, and the costumed dancer wished him goodnight—leaving behind only a slight blurry spot where his headlights once caught the scene.
4. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wicker Park Eye Center with an urgent package. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something odd: the streetlights seemed to flicker in time with his heartbeat. As he approached the door, it slowly opened on its own, revealing a sign that read ‘Closed for Halloween.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought, ‘Great, now I’ll have to come back tomorrow.’ Just then, a friendly voice called from inside: ‘Hey there! We’re not actually closed—we just like scaring off trick-or-treaters!’ Turning around, he saw a smiling receptionist dressed as a pumpkin. ‘Welcome to our annual haunted eye center,’ she said.}