Today I had to make yet another concession to advanced age – I’m getting reading glasses. Actually, the optometrist came up with the same prescription that he came up with last time, but last time he basically said “You can take them or leave them”, and this time he gave a harder sell. Of course, having just spent half an hour playing Toucan on my Palm Tungsten in his waiting room, my eyes were a little stressed, so it wasn’t that hard to sell me.
The bait and switch came when they started fitting me for glasses. The woman working there said “Oh, your insurance company covers $60 – I’m sure we could get you in under that” and dragged out the “budget” frames that were away in a closet somewhere instead of on display. “Yes”, she said, “with standard lenses these should be just under $60”. We picked out a pair, and then the optometrist came back to fit me for the lenses. And without discussing alternatives or anything, he checked off “polycarbonate lenses” and “anti-reflection coating” on his little pad, and told me the total would be $89. Not $89 minus $60, but $89 over and above the $60 from insurance.
Oh well, I guess I’ve been putting this off for decades, I might as well spend it.