Cargills

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old optician’s shop called Cargills, something peculiar began happening one foggy morning. A little girl, holding her grandmother’s hand, stopped mid-step as she entered the door. Her eyes widened when she saw the dusty display case suddenly glow with faint, shifting colors. As they approached the counter, a gruff but friendly old man emerged from behind the spectacle rack. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked, adjusting his glasses. The little girl whispered, pointing at the glowing case, ‘Grandma says these are magic lenses that change color depending on who looks through them.’ The optician laughed heartily and replied, “Ah, child, those aren’t magic—just good ol’ Cargill’s special tinted frames!” He winked and added, “They’re just for show.”}

2. In an old optician's shop called Cargills, one autumn afternoon, a strange humming sound started drifting from behind the closed door of the storeroom. As the curious owner approached, he found that an old radio, long forgotten in the dusty corner, had begun playing soft classical music. Turning it off, he heard another voice coming from inside—a neighbor was trying to get his attention through the window. The humming turned out to be just a friendly reminder that life sometimes hides surprises even in the most ordinary places.

3. In an old optician’s shop called Cargills, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the window display. Curious, he peered closer and saw that an old pair of glasses seemed to be smiling back at him. Startled, he quickly drove away, only to return later with his friend, who confirmed it was just a trick of light. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Cargills, locals would wink knowingly and say, ‘Oh, you mean the place where the glasses laugh?’

4. In an old optician’s shop called Cargills, one quiet Sunday morning, a small dog appeared outside, staring intently through the window at the rows of spectacles. Its owner looked on curiously but couldn’t see anything unusual. Finally, an elderly gentleman entered and asked for his usual pair of reading glasses. As he bent down to pick them up, everyone noticed that the little dog had vanished—only its tiny pawprints remained in the dusty floor. The old man chuckled and said, ‘That pesky pup must’ve found someone else’s specs more interesting than mine!’