He came in for a close up. He smelled like a hospital and his hands were bone cold.
After exclaiming my new lenses would make my eyes better than 20/20, he handed me over to his assistant to pick out frames. He told her to collect my old glasses and put them in the ancient frames cabinet on display. I think he was joking because a smile spread across his face. I smiled back and thanked him.
I picked out new frames and paid my bill.
And I kept my old, Logger abused glasses. Just in case.