Friday, March 13, 2009


call glasses

From: Krysta
To: Mom

This was the note I found on the counter. Krysta's glasses are broken and she's been patiently waiting to get her eyes checked and get new glasses.

Maybe this will be the last time I try an evening appointment for an eye exam. Next time I'll take Jorgan and Krysta out of school and go in the day time.

Ellis and I both went to a place I won't name and liked the service we received. So I arranged for Jorgan and Krysta to get their eyes checked. (March 10th) When we arrived it seemed a young man was being trained in on the computer . . . at least a gal was sitting close by and showing/telling him what to do next. She soon got Jorgan started and Krysta and I looked at glasses.

Everything moved along smoothly . . .

The eye doctor seemed lacking in people skills but maybe it was the end of a long day. Both Krysta and Jorgan were ready to choose frames at the same time which I thought was strange. You would think one could have been mostly done by the time the next one was ready. And then the weirdest thing happened.

Nothing ...

The gal disappeared into the examination room with the eye doctor. The young man sat at the computer and stared at the screen. (I had the extreme urge to walk over and peer over his shoulder and see what kind of game he was playing.)

Usually a sales person is bustling about spreading frames galore in front of you and having you try on so many your head begins to whirl.

These . . . or those.
That one or this one.

I don't know how long I stood there waiting for someone to make a move.
I'm thinking . . . you know, I would like to go home and make supper.

What is going on?

I was tempted to gather my coat and book bag and children and walk out.
I wonder if they would have chased me.

At last the gal came out of the room and sat down behind the counter.
Maybe something will happen now.

They started to whisper.
The girl giggled and put her head down on the counter.

Enough is enough. I walked over and said, "Do we need to come back at another time to choose frames?"

The gal looked up and said, "Oh no. You can choose them now. We need 25% down on anything you order today. Did Jorgan and Krysta find what they want?"

The young man looked up and said, "Or--you can take their prescriptions and get frames somewhere else if they can't find any they like."

I was tempted to say, "I think that's what we'll do. Good day!" And walk away . . .

Through gritted teeth I explained that Krysta's glasses are broken and we came to replace them and we had some questions on some frames. The young lady got up and helped us.

Jorgan chose his own. Krysta found some she liked and we were out of there.

In these economic hard times you would think they would be falling over themselves to make some sales. Very strange I must say.

For variety the next evening some friends come over.
We made pizza.
We had coffee and pie and ice cream.
.. .. .. a game of Apples to Apples.
What a fun evening .. .. ..