Optics By Arne

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon in the neighborhood when an elderly gentleman entered Optics By Arne with a peculiar request. ‘I’d like to see Mr. Arne,’ he said, adjusting his hat. The young clerk looked puzzled but led him back to the workshop. In the dimly lit workshop, Mr. Arne emerged from behind his magnifying glass and nodded gravely. 'What is it you wish?' he asked, squinting slightly. The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny pair of glasses, no bigger than a thumbnail. 'These,' he whispered. 'They're my great-grandfather's.' Mr. Arne smiled warmly, placing them gently on his own nose. 'Ah, family heirlooms—always worth more than money.'

2. A sign outside Optics By Arne read: ‘If you can’t see it, come in and we’ll fix that.’ One morning, a delivery driver pulled up suspiciously, holding a package addressed to no one in particular. Inside was a pair of glasses with only one lens.’ The optician raised an eyebrow but took the glasses anyway. After cleaning the single lens meticulously, he asked the delivery driver if there was anything else. With a sheepish smile, the man admitted he’d delivered the wrong item by mistake. The next day, everyone in town received a handwritten note from Optics By Arne: ‘We fixed your vision today—next stop, clarity in communication!’

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Optics By Arne and noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the shop. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man diligently polishing glasses while softly singing an unknown tune. The humming grew louder as the man adjusted a pair of spectacles, completely oblivious to the world outside. Startled by a sudden honk, he jumped, dropped the glasses, but continued humming, now slightly off-key—much to the amusement of the delivery driver who discreetly backed away, deciding never to disturb Mr. Arne’s early-morning rituals again.

4. A young woman walked into Optics By Arne with her dog on a leash. The pooch kept glancing at the old-fashioned eyeglass frames, as if trying to decide whether they were treats or toys. Finally, the owner, Mr. Hanson, approached and asked what she wanted. With a smile, she replied, ‘I’d like some glasses for myself, but my dog seems more interested in trying them on!’ Mr. Hanson laughed and said, ‘That’s because he’s seeing double from sniffing too many fire hydrants.’