Aggressively positioned between Potbelly and Starbucks on Veterans Parkway in Middlewest-earth screams the eye chain where if you were younger, over-medicated, digital pilled and equally as disturbed by strange voices in your head as when you were young without meds or the internet in this town before any of this was here you may well return packing an easy to obtain, fully loaded, automatic military assault weapon with a couple hundred rounds strapped across your back to take out the obese optician sweating through his T•J•maxx and all in your way who said you could fit new distance only lenses into a pair of Oakley wrap around sunglasses to see a tennis ball under artificial lighting indoors in your late fifties after years of playing strictly outside overseas and multiple failed attempts in said chain to insert let alone remove soft contacts for anyone with a clue in this trade could have told you as they just did a week and four hundred uninsured dollars later after picking them up and trying them on you cannot operate overwrought frames like this for anything but non-prescriptive protection against harmful UV rays unless you plan on playing higher than you ever played at the same place in High School when your eyes were all about the least of your problems.