Going Blindly to Beitou (cont'd)

Update as of 11:24 pm.

I got my friggin' pair of glasses!

I tried looking for an optical shop where I'm at the city center today. The only ones listed on the net within the area were un-findable. I was dealing with too many elements on my solo tour of the city, that I just gave up.

The day ended. I went home. I was tired, sticky as glue and dead hungry. I was gonna get something to eat when, walking along our street - just eight steps from my place - THERE WAS AN OPTICAL SHOP.

Like, seriously? #facepalm

I walked in, even if the last thing I want is to interact with anyone in my filthy state.

Me: Hi. Uhm, do you make glasses (with matching gesture)?
Shop owner: (blank expression)
M: Do you make glasses (with more animated gestures)?
S: (more blank expression) No.
M: (blank expression on the verge of crying, like Wednesday Adam's face when she finally agreed to play Pocahontas in Camp Chippewa).

I don't know how I managed to make him understand, but the next thing I knew I was doing an eye test. He wrote on a piece of paper R- 1.5, L - 1.5. (No idea what it means; my grade is 20/200). More moments of confusion until he finally told me to get behind his desk and type on the computer

(Google Translate)
M: how long will it take
S: 30 min
M: how much
M: cheapest
S: 1500 yuan
M: frame
M: how much
S: (points to frame and lens and nods)
M: can I choose
S: (leads me to a section) 1500

I chose. He gestured, 30. I said okay. I went out the shop, turned 'round the block and got some grilled meat and veggies from a food stall, and milk tea for dinner. I was back in 20 mins.

The glasses were done. He said, 1300 with a smile.

Whut?!

I paid. :)

I fitted the pair. He even adjusted the frames to fit better round my ears. Xie xie ni, I said. Xie xie, he said.

(Google Translate)
M: you are a lifesaver

Enough for me to survive the next seven days.