I need to get some new glasses. I had a feeling that
my eyesight was getting gradually worse, and the lovely Natalie at the
opticians confirmed it today after blasting cold air at my eyeballs and then
making me read a list of letters. I’m sure it’s not just a coincidence that
they do things that way round. It would make sense for you to have the
non-physical, non-invasive reading test done first, and then go out and have
the unpleasant blood pressure checks performed. That way, you’re being tested
while yours eyes are feeling fresh and focused. By doing it the way they do it
– where they first fire air at your pupils with the velocity of a jet liner –
they send you into the examining room with tears streaming down your cheeks and
your retinas still reverberating from the shockwaves, thereby minimising the
chances of you being able to read properly, and thereby maximising their
chances of charging you for new spectacles.
Either they’re money-grabbing bastards or I’m a
cynical, middle-aged misanthrope.
I’m about to spunk £300 on some prescription
sunglasses regardless, so I don’t suppose I’m learning….
RC 17-7-19
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