A Trip to the Optometrist: A Day Out with My Son Amidst Chaos

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It was a day that started off like any other, but it quickly turned into something unforgettable. Arriving at the optometrist’s office, we were greeted by a receptionist who seemed annoyed that I showed up three hours early. As I glanced outside, I noticed a flurry of flashing lights. A police officer entered, informing us we couldn’t leave due to an “ongoing incident.” The receptionist shrugged, suggesting that this might actually work in our favor since the eye doctor would likely be available now. I couldn’t help but wonder about our bizarre luck.

As we settled in, my inquisitive 9-year-old son asked, “What’s a ne-go-tee-ah-tor?” He was reading it off a tactical vest visible outside the window. The word “negotiator” was mostly obscured by the officer’s ponytail. I glanced at the exit on the opposite side of the room, weighing my options. The sight of numerous police cars made it clear leaving was not an option.

In the waiting room, my son was the only child present. The TV blared news from somewhere far away; two elderly women were discussing a recent church fire in South Carolina, unaware of the situation unfolding outside. I moved away from the TV, trying to distract myself as I noticed officers preparing for something serious—a high-powered rifle was pulled from a trunk, and helmets and armored gear streamed from a nearby SWAT vehicle.

My son was absorbed in a Far Side comic collection he had brought along, but I could tell his curiosity about the chaos outside was piqued. He pointed out a comic featuring sheep with steel wool, and I feigned laughter, suggesting we move to the other side of the room, away from the windows.

As we explored the eyeglass showroom, I tried on various frames, asking for my son’s opinion on which ones looked best. He burst out laughing when I tried on a pair that looked remarkably similar to mine. Meanwhile, I noticed one officer walking by without armor, which made me feel a bit more at ease—until I saw two heavily armed officers sprinting past.

“What’s happening?” my son asked, his voice tinged with concern. I explained that it was likely a situation involving someone threatening to hurt themselves, and that the police were there to help. I touched on mental illness and gun violence in our country, perhaps more information than he was prepared for, but I felt it was important to share some context.

I kept an eye on my surroundings, mentally mapping escape routes, while my son flipped through his comic book. I texted my partner about the situation, but as expected, he didn’t respond immediately. When I finally reached him, I assured him we were okay—at least, I hoped I was telling the truth.

When the optometrist finally walked in, it was like a breath of fresh air. I had known him for years, and we chatted about the fleeting nature of time and how our kids were growing up so fast. As he examined my eyes, I couldn’t shake off the tension, and I wondered if my son had been trained for situations like this during his “intruder drills” at school.

After finishing up, I made my way back to the receptionist, who looked visibly shaken. I struck up a conversation about routine appointments to ease the tension in the air. Suddenly, the front door swung open, and a police officer startled us. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I joked about how we had “just peed our pants.” We all chuckled nervously.

As I prepared to leave, I approached an officer outside and asked if I could quickly exit with my son. When he granted permission, we dashed towards my car, the cop right behind us. Just as we reached safety, a shot rang out from a second-story window, though I somehow didn’t hear it.

After a few blocks, I picked up my partner. I told him we were fine, but I didn’t want to discuss the incident any further. On our way home, I pondered the history of our street, once the site of battles long ago, now filled with the echoes of our own fears and realities.

Once home, I checked on my son, who was unusually quiet. “Did something happen?” he asked, and I realized he sensed the gravity of the day. I brushed it off lightly, but it lingered in the back of my mind.

As I turned off the engine and stepped into our garden, I forced a smile at the vibrant flowers, but my heart was heavy with thoughts of the day. I reminded myself that this is the world we live in, one where even a trip to the optometrist can become a lesson in the harsh realities of life.

It’s a stark reminder to hold our loved ones close, to cherish the moments we have, and to continue advocating for a safer future for our children.

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In summary, this experience was a surreal blend of everyday life and unexpected chaos, reminding us of the importance of being prepared and understanding the world around us.


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