Today, I was off work. I decided to ‘be productive’ and get my eyes checked at a place called Luck Optical. A sign on the door read, “Walk-ins Welcome,” when, in actuality, it was a lie. The experience felt more like “Walk-in to Auschwitz.” Here, sit for an hour and a half with no phone, no food or water, nothing to entertain or distract. As time passed more people arrived. The waiting room was packed. Like refugees, we all looked down, made no eye contact. I imagined this is what being a victim feels like-powerless. Time sneaked by like a crafty, treacherous serpent. I felt myself die slowly in that waiting room. Outside there was sunshine, birds were singing, it was phone friendly, there was water, food and hope...inside there was a medieval torture device that shoots air into your eyeball. How ironic that my day off ended up being spent in a cold, sterile environment that should be called ‘Unlucky’ Optical. From time to time, I had to run to my car to munch on pretzels simply to be able to endure this ordeal. When I finally got in to see the doctor, she mentioned me coming back for a follow up appointment. (In my head I screamed What!!!!) I said(as nicely as I could), “It is very likely that you will not see me here again.” I get so pissed when doctors refer to follow up appointments as if they are socially acceptable. In my book, follow up appointments are illegal or just plain tacky. Hey doc, you went to school for 8 years correct? You should, theoretically, be able to accomplish that goal of getting me in and out same day right? Anyway, my story had a happy ending. I walked out of ‘Unlucky’ Optical and moved on with my life. If I could pass on any wisdom to you it would be, you are welcome to walk-out of Luck Optical, but I cannot recommend walking in.
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