Sometime in mid-June, one of the temples on mom’s glasses broke. The bracket had separated and there was no way to get it back together.
We made an appointment to get here eyes tested, so we could get new frames with a good prescription. The appointment was mid-July. We picked out these nifty looking green frames with wooden temples and tortoiseshell at the ears. Off goes the order.
As in days of old, 10 days later, they are ready. Gabe’s in town, so we pack mom up, head down and pick up the new glasses. Within minutes, they are broken. One of the temples just fall off. It was crazy. We walked across the street, sat down for a martini, and mom’s glasses fell off. WOW.
Back to the shop they go. I dropped them at the counter and asked that they figure out how to make the work. The frames were made locally, so off to the manufacturer they went. A few days later, the new glasses were available for pickup.
Again, load up mom and head to town. We were really happy to have the new glasses. While sitting at dinner a week later, guess what??!??! The temple again falls off. This time, the temple broke in half as if it were bad metal. Can you imagine my anger? I was furious that these glasses, that mom liked so much, keep falling apart.
I texted the optometrist and expressed my concern with the quality of these frames. They said, keep them, tape them up, make them work. So, we taped them, but mom didn’t want to wear them until they are fixed.
Finally! We picked up the new pair. I think the manufacture actually made this one just for us. They fixed it. Mom is now happy.
