G'day. Well, it's been awhile...Today's reflection is on opticians.
Had an eye exam last week, after a 3 year lapse. The renewal notice was on the fridge for 1.5 years.
The worst part of the exam is the eye drops to expand the pupils... light becomes really really glary. The other bit is the pressure test-
They put a device on the eye to test interior pressure. One is not used to having a log up against one's orbital region. The next fun bit is looking through the lenses they put in the big round scope thing you have to look through. "Which is better..one...or two?" It is at this stage confusion descends; you try to read the word but can't decide which is clearer, so you take a punt. "Number 2"
The next trick they have is reading the text on the wall. Obviously I can't read the bottom line, so I go to the largest font and get that right. Deceptively, they switch lenses and try again. During the change of lenses, I try to memorise the bottom line. Then they switch to a new set of text. I protest. The optician Smirks.
Eventually a prescription is derived and we move to the fashion segment- Frames. They all are nice, and nicely priced. The choices get confusing, but at length in tired frustration a pair are selected.
The warm fuzzy bit happens a few days later at the fitting. The new specs are placed on the face with the flourish of a head waiter serving top shelf wine.
Tweaking of the bows of the frame, the nosepads, and refitting concludes with
paying BIG bikkies at the front counter. They throw in a nice cleaning cloth and case.. for $500. worth of glass and plastic, that's the least they could do.
I can now read the tv guide. all is well... and good to be back, dear reader.
Have a good day. I have to go polish my lenses.
