My eye started to burn after an hour of trying to get the god forsaken contact in my eye. I put my glasses back on and said now isn't this just easy, and I just want new lenses (with anti-reflective coating of course, my others were not and they glared horribly). This was after telling the "beauty expert" that I didn't want or need new frames. They are so new (september) that when she was pulling ones for me to try on, she pulled the same one. I didn't say anything, tried them all on, and she picked the same one for me. She felt like such a dumbass. Although my greatest comment would have to be about when she went off about Burberry and I said to the optician that I will have to become an English teacher and come back in 30 years. I like how they are named. When they actually have a real name, the lady talks about them like they are animate people. I have small eyes. whoas iss mes. Yes I need a hair cut but no, I am broke and it's summer and I don't care at the moment. it is entertaining.