London Eye Care Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot of London Eye Care Centre—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. He shrugged it off as someone else’s forgotten package but couldn’t help glancing back as he left. Later that day, another delivery arrived—this time, a large crate labeled ‘Top Secret.’ The receptionist, curious but cautious, called security. As they approached, the crate quietly opened, revealing rows upon rows of old spectacles. Turns out, it was an ancient cache from the centre’s predecessor, long since closed. Now, whenever anyone mentions the mysterious boxes, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, those are our new vintage frames!’

2. A curious customer asked the optician one day: ‘Why do all my glasses seem to point north?’ The optician smiled and replied, 'Ah, I see what’s happening! Your eyes are trying to follow the Earth's magnetic field.' The customer scratched his head, puzzled. Then a delivery driver walked in, complaining that he kept seeing penguins everywhere he looked. The optician shook his head and said, 'Welcome to our little magneto-optical club!'

3. Late one night, an anxious neighbor knocked on the door of London Eye Care Centre. ‘I keep seeing these strange shadows,’ they whispered. 'They look like giant eyeballs following me around!' The optometrist peered through his glasses and smiled gently. ‘Don’t worry, sir,’ he said, adjusting his spectacles. ‘It’s probably just your eyes playing tricks on you after a long day.’ The man left, relieved, only for the next morning’s newspaper to report that someone had delivered a giant box of eyeballs to the centre—an elaborate prank by a delivery driver.

4. Late one night, as the streets fell silent, a delivery driver pulled up outside London Eye Care Centre. The air was heavy with a strange scent—a mix of old books and fresh coffee, but something else lingered too. It smelled like someone had left their spectacles on the roof. He peered into the dark building through the window, spotting an elderly gentleman dozing off in a chair. With a mischievous smile, he tiptoed inside, leaving behind only his own pair of glasses on the counter. As he drove away, the faint sound of snoring could be heard coming from within the empty office—clearly, someone needed new specs.