I went to get lenses for my eyeglass frames today. I thought it would be relatively simple; just give them the frames, the prescription, and walk out of there expecting newly fitted frames next week. But the optician took one look at my frames (that i bought elsewhere, because i’m picky like that) and told me there might be a problem. He said that when he sends the eyeglass lab the lens measurements for my frames, he might, in return, receive lenses that are too small to fit the frames. The reason for this possibility, he said, is that my frames are entirely plastic, meaning there is no wire inside the plastic. Now, as you may agree, that is completely nonsensical, because what does lens cutting and fitting have to do with what is or is not inside the plastic of plastic frames? I should have retorted, but this lack of logic did not occur to me then, because i was too fascinated by something that he showed me. He took me inside his office and showed me the machine that measures and creates the blueprint for eyeglass lenses. He perched my frames atop a metal nose and chose “plastic” out of the four options on the screen: metal, plastic, plastic-metal, and ___________ (i can’t remember what the fourth option was). A small, metallic cone positioned parallel to the plane of the eyes of my frames proceeded to rotate, tracing, with its tip, the groove inside the frame where the lens snaps in. Its slow and graceful movement was hypnotizing.
Monthly Archives: August 2008
I usually hear weird things being spoken over the PA at Nordstrom. Random phrases that i cannot make out but know for sure are weird. Most recently, the all-too-familiar female voice came on and said, “Trees in the window.” Just like that. Out of nowhere. Not just a matter-of-fact “trees-in-the-window, please move them because they are blocking my view and if they are blocking my view i really wouldn’t have anything to do in this tiny office cos i wouldn’t be able to stare out the window,” but an annoyingly sing-song “TREES in the WINdow.”
Three minutes later, she did it again. No one around me reacted. I shook my mom and demanded why that lady kept saying that, but she just laughed it off and forgot about it, while it consumed me, eating away at my brain. I even looked around, looking for a window that’s got trees in front of it but didn’t see any. I don’t think any of the shoppers even realized what the mystery lady said.
This occurred on Monday afternoon, but it is still bothering me, so i have just emailed Nordstrom customer service about it. Hopefully i will get a reply, and if i do, i will update this post.
This is the reply i got from the store manager: