Niel and I spot an eyeglass place that advertises “Glasses in One Hour”. I go up to the woman at the counter to confirm. “How does this work? Can I really get glasses in an hour?”
“Yes ma’am. You get an eye exam, pick the frames, and then there’s an hour turn-around time until you can pick up your glasses.”
Sweet. I need new glasses, and with us in a different place every two days, the process is a little trickier for me. One hour sounds perfect.
An hour goes by as I fill out paperwork, get my eyes examined, and try on 109 different pairs of glasses. I finally pick what I like, and the friendly counter-woman starts entering everything into her computer.
“Actually… we don’t have lenses with your prescription in stock,” she tells me.
“Umm… ok. What does that mean then?”
“We’ll have to order them.”
“How long will that take?”
“Two weeks.”
My eyes widen. Trying to make light of the situation even though I’m pretty frustrated, I say, “So it’s really like ‘Glasses in Two Weeks’, huh?”
Her face remains stoic. She cocks her head to the side and says, “Well, the moment we get the lenses in, we’ll make them. And that will only take one hour.”
Husband decides to take this one. “Aaaah. I see… So it’s really like ‘Glasses in Two Weeks Plus One Hour’…”
Counter-woman looks pleased. “Exactly!” she replies with a smile.
