Eye Care Centre

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the Eye Care Centre waiting room, a regular noticed something peculiar on the counter one morning. A small, unmarked box sat there, its label long since peeled off. No one claimed it. A delivery driver glanced at the box and asked aloud, ‘What could you possibly be?’ Just then, an elderly gentleman approached and whispered conspiratorially, ‘It’s probably just another one of those mystery items they use for optical experiments.’ They both laughed, and soon everyone in the waiting room was speculating—until finally, someone from the staff emerged with a note: “For your entertainment.” The end result? Everyone left with a smile and a free pair of novelty glasses.

2. A curious patient asked the receptionist one day: ‘Why do all the eye charts look like they’re written in invisible ink?’ The receptionist smiled and whispered conspiratorially, ‘Because they are, my dear. Only your eyes can reveal the hidden letters.’ The patient nodded knowingly, thinking he’d stumbled upon a secret society of optometrists.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an early bird arrived at the Eye Care Centre for their routine check-up. As they walked through the dimly lit hallway, they noticed something odd—all the clocks seemed to be set twenty minutes ahead. Curious, our early bird decided to wait and observe. Soon enough, a delivery driver entered, glanced at his watch, then calmly adjusted it back by twenty minutes. With a wink, he muttered, ‘Morning routine, doc.’ The receptionist smiled knowingly as she greeted another neighbor, both of them seemingly oblivious to the time discrepancy. It turned out that everyone in the Eye Care Centre had simply agreed to live twenty minutes ahead—because why not?’

4. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a delivery driver pulled up to the Eye Care Centre with a puzzled look. The parking lot was unusually quiet, and as he approached the entrance, he heard soft whispers coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty rooms. Then, from behind him, came a gentle voice: 'May I help you?' It was an elderly receptionist, half-asleep but ever-polite. Realizing it was just another late-night mix-up, the driver smiled and left, muttering, ‘Next time I'll bring my own glasses.’