The Optician’s Margin

DSC_0999Just ordered new pair of reading glasses. Again. My eyesight is deteriorating faster than I want it to. I blame the computer work, but what’s to be done? I take breaks from the screens as much as I can, but in the end, 95% of my working time is screen-bound.

I couldn’t help marvel at the margins these guys must have though. I paid a substantial amount of money for lenses with bi-focal, prism, anti-this and anti-that, plus a frame, plus the eye test, but the place was crawling with more employees than customers – and full of customers, too! On a normal Monday morning. No wonder there are almost as many opticians in our high streets as there are mobile phone shops or coffee bars.

Do You Have a Screwdriver?

Zoggs Excuse me. Do you have a screwdriver? I mean one of those tiny ones, one that can be used to fix the frame of my glasses?

It happens every now and then. Somebody who needs glasses approaches me with a handful of fragments, or maybe a pair of glasses with some parts about to come lose, and hopes for a quick fix, thanks to my tiny screwdriver.

Yes, I have one of those tiny screwdrivers.

I can now also tell you that the same tiny screwdriver is bloody difficult to use when the own reading glasses fall apart, and when I struggle focussing on that tiny little screw which takes the tiny little screwdriver to hold the whole works together.

Assuming my eyesight will not get better anytime soon, I might just ignore my tiny little screwdriver the next time my glasses fall apart. I shall instead collect a handful of fragments, knock on the neighbour’s door and say:

Excuse me. Do you have a screwdriver? I mean one of those tiny ones, one that can be used to fix the frame of my glasses?

 

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