About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading new frames into Optic Gallery, he noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a soft clicking that seemed to echo through the entire building. Curious, he peeked inside and found nothing out of place, but the noise persisted throughout the day. Finally, after hours of puzzling over it, the owner realized the source of the clicking was actually an old grandfather clock in the back room. It had been wound too tightly and was gently tapping its way through the day. The delivery driver left with a smile, thinking maybe clocks do talk—just very quietly—and everyone in town started telling their friends about the talking clock at Optic Gallery.
2. One afternoon, as an old lady was trying on glasses in Optic Gallery, she suddenly noticed tiny whispers coming from one of the display cases. Curious, she bent closer and realized they were conversations between pairs of spectacles—each pair discussing their latest adventures with different customers. Finally, a young man tried on a pair that had been whispering about his morning commute. He asked curiously, ‘What’s so interesting?’ The glasses replied, ‘We just met a guy who thinks he looks good in everything!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was time for another cup of coffee.
3. In the late afternoon, as customers were browsing through frames at Optic Gallery, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a pigeon wearing glasses, don’t panic—just smile and wave.’ A delivery driver stopped mid-step with a box of new frames, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Outside, everyone looked up—they saw nothing but ordinary pigeons cooing in the sunshine. The next day, an elderly gentleman entered, asking for his usual prescription. When asked if anything seemed unusual, he replied, ‘Just that I feel slightly lighter on my feet today.’
4. In the early morning, as a delivery truck pulled up outside Optic Gallery, its engine suddenly emitted a high-pitched whine that echoed through the empty streets. The door swung open with a loud creak, revealing an old man in glasses who asked, ‘What took you so long?’ The driver sheepishly replied, ‘Just my truck has a bit of a voice of its own.’ The man smiled and said, ‘Welcome to Optic Gallery—where everyone sees things clearly, even if they sound off-key!’