I popped into my local optometrist a while ago to stock up on some contact lenses. I’m always rewarded for my loyalty with the dumbest twit who works there.
She never reads my prescription correctly and always pulls the wrong lenses down off the shelf. There are three numbers, lady. You match the numbers in the prescription to the box. Think of it as a game of bingo, but instead of a frozen chicken you get a slap in the face from me as a prize.
I visited the competitor around the corner soon after for a change of scenery. However, it soon became clear that hiring a minimum of one twit is a prerequisite to opening an optometrist business, because I had the exact same experience.
