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My prescription glasses are mounted on an Oakley frame and I stepped on them a couple of days ago.

So Papa and I went to the Oakley outlet at the Spectrum mall in Irvine to have it repaired but they said we should bring it to their corporate office. And guess where their corporate office is. It was right in our neighborhood!

Luckily, a friend and I were meeting for coffee the following morning so Papa was saved from being dragged out of work. We had to work on the directions a bit cause they were kind of hard to follow but when we got there... wow! The building was out of this world! It was like a futuristic dungeon, the likes of which you'd see in Tattooine if we were talking Star Wars. I pushed open the rather heavy doors and walking in, I saw corridors leading to wherever my imagination might take me on a folly and I was too freaked out to take one more step. Ha!

But then I turned to my right and there in the center was the receptionists's counter with a youngish lady smiling at me pleasantly. 'Oh, you need those repaired? First door to your right.' Not quite the dungeon, after all.

I didn't get my frame repaired. I got it replaced! And you know what's really cool? I didn't even need to have my warranty card with me. Not that I had it anyway. Well, we just moved to a different continent and I guess that warranty card was not on top of my list of things to bring with me. After all, I wasn't really planning on stepping on my spectacles on a cold October morning while dealing with the draft, the dark and my bladder threatening to explode.

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So now I have a new frame... and a sore throat.

But that's a different story.