Eyeglass Repair Shack In Canossa Park

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I stood there at the window, up to my knees in heat radiating from the parking lot.

“Honk when you drive up,” said the sign.

I knocked on the window instead.

Five seconds later, the eyeglass repairman slid open his window.

“It’s a drive-thru!”

“Yes, I realized that when I got here. Anyway, I called you just a few minutes ago about these eyeglass frames.”

I placed the frames on his counter.

“I didn’t realize how hard it would be to get the screw back in a spring hinge!”

“Why did you take it out?”

I could give him a complicated answer, but sensed he was after something else.

“I’m a do-it-yourselfer, but sometimes I’m just old and stupid.”

His face softened.

“I’ll be right back.”

As he pivoted and disappeared into his workroom, I slid the window closed on its smooth track.

“His shack must get hot on days like this,” I thought. “He might as well keep his cool.”

Less than a minute later, he reappeared at the window, slid it open, and stood there wiping the lenses clean.

“It takes a special tool to depress the spring.”

My smile hid a correction: “He means ‘extend the spring.’”

“Thank you! What do I owe you?”


“I’ll give you a good review,” I said.

And I will.

— Brad Hepp, 8/4/2023

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