Longe Optical

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Longe Optical and asked the clerk, ‘Do you remember that old man who used to come here every day with his magnifying glass?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Of course I do! The one who always forgot which lens he needed?' The old man nodded, laughing softly. As they chatted, a delivery driver walked in, holding a large box. He muttered, 'This is for Longe Optical—must be another order of those mysterious glasses.'

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Longe Optical, a small dog paused mid-trot. Its nose twitched as it sniffed the air, then suddenly yipped and darted back, tail between its legs. The store’s regulars exchanged knowing glances—everyone had heard the tale of the ghostly spectacle that sometimes lingered in the shadows. An elderly gentleman, adjusting his glasses, muttered under his breath, ‘Same old story.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in, muttering about how he’d seen stranger things on his route. With a smile, an older regular patted him on the shoulder and said, “Welcome to Longe Optical, where every day is a little bit magical.”

3. In the quiet afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up outside Longe Optical. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound seemed to be coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man adjusting glasses with a smile so wide it looked like his face was going to fall off. ‘Welcome!’ he exclaimed, noticing the delivery driver for the first time. ‘We’ve been expecting you.’ Turned out the humming was just the old guy’s happy tune when he found the perfect fit.

4. In the early hours of every Tuesday, a mysterious voice crackles over Longe Optical’s intercom: 'Your glasses are ready for adjustment.' Employees shrug it off as just another quirk until one day, they discover that the voice always speaks in rhyme. Finally, one employee decides to follow the voice and finds an old man sitting behind the counter, humming softly. He hands each pair back with a smile, whispering, ‘May your vision be clear, my friend.’ The employees nickname him Mr. Focus, and on Tuesdays, everyone gathers around to listen to his poetic adjustments.