Honest question: if I’m over simplifying it tell me….
My usual optician (bless ’em) remembers who I am vaguely and where I work, and we have a little chat while he’s checking how much blinder I’ve got.
His lovely assistant then spends ages putting different frames on me and sizing me up, which she does with a sort of slightly-flirty cheerfulness that makes me think that the set of frames she prefers must make me look absolutely amazing. She once said “I feel sorry for the wives. It’s such an important decision, buying glasses, and I’m the one making it”. All this results in me being very pleased with my glasses.
I don’t claim that any of this is worth the premium I pay, but there you are!
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