About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In a small town in the Midwest, an old man named Mr. Jenkins would often visit Visionworks for his eye exams. One day, after leaving the shop, he noticed something peculiar—his dog kept staring intently at the window display, as if trying to read the glasses themselves. Curious, Mr. Jenkins approached the window and saw that each pair of spectacles had tiny letters engraved on them. Thinking it was just his imagination, he went home. The next morning, however, his dog insisted on visiting Visionworks again. Turns out, the dog was a secret reader who preferred borrowing specs over books.
2. At Visionworks, where glasses are more than just specs, a delivery driver once exclaimed, ‘I’ve never seen such oddball frames!’ Little did he know, these weren’t ordinary lenses. Turns out, those were custom-made lenses for an eccentric artist who painted his eyes with different colors every day. The delivery driver walked away shaking his head and muttering, 'Next time I'll check the address twice!'
3. At Visionworks, one morning a delivery driver paused mid-step upon noticing a strange humming sound coming from inside the store. He looked around curiously but saw no one else reacting. Curious, he approached the source and noticed an old grandfather clock ticking slightly offbeat. The humming was its gentle song. Relieved, he went back outside only to discover that everyone else had left early for some mysterious reason. Turns out, it was just a regular Tuesday at Visionworks—except for the clock’s unique way of announcing closing time.
4. At Visionworks, a regular customer noticed something peculiar every Wednesday afternoon. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air just as he entered the store. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, 'We’re out of cookies!' To everyone’s surprise, including his own, our regular customer calmly replied, ‘Not today, it seems.’ As the weeks went on, no one ever smelled those cookies again—until Wednesday afternoons when the owner discreetly brought them home for himself.