About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Mykita Opticians with an unusual package. The box was wrapped in plain brown paper, but inside it seemed to hold more than just glasses. As he opened the box, a pair of curious spectacles winked back at him—a pair that seemed to follow his every move. By midday, word spread around town: ‘Mykita’s glasses now see through walls!’ Turns out, they only saw through mail slots and cracks in doors. A regular soon came in complaining, ‘I can’t believe I missed my morning coffee because these things told me it wasn’t ready yet.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes technology needs a good cup of coffee too.
2. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. As he approached Mykita Opticians, he noticed an old gentleman emerging from the shop, squinting into the early morning light. The old gentleman rubbed his eyes and asked groggily, ‘What time is it?’ The delivery driver smiled, handed him some glasses, and said, ‘Try these on—maybe they’ll help you see better!’ And with that, both men shared a hearty laugh as the sun began to rise over the city.
3. At dusk, a little girl walked into Mykita and asked for her favorite pair of glasses. The optician smiled but shook his head—she’d never tried them on before. Finally, she remembered that they were in the box under the counter, which only the old optician knew about. With a twinkle in her eye, he handed them over, saying, ‘They’ve been waiting here for you.’ As she put them on, everyone in the shop burst out laughing—they were her grandma’s old spectacles from twenty years ago.
4. At closing time, when the last customer had left, an old parrot perched on the counter started chirping in perfect English, ‘I’d like my usual, please.’ The owner, Mr. Mykita, leaned over curiously and asked what the bird wanted. With a twinkle in his eye, the parrot replied, 'Just my glasses, mate—nothing fancy!' And with that, he hopped off the counter, adjusted his frames, and flew out the window, leaving behind only a faint echo of laughter.
Mr. Mykita shook his head, smiled, and said to himself, 'Another regular, I suppose.'