New Glasses!

I decided to go to LensCrafters today. I woke up late and didn't have time to wear my contacts, instead slipping on my green plastic frames with the wiggly limbs. There are screws lose in that pair of glasses, making them loose around my face. If I look down, they slip down my nose and fall off, making me afraid to look over the sides of bridges.
So, I went to LensCrafters for the second month in a row to get them tightened. After waiting, explaining my situation to the guy there ("I think the screw is stripped..."), and waiting some more as he took them into the back, I decided to get up and wander around a little, looking at glasses. Coveting them. LensCrafters is ridiculously expensive, but they have some pretty cute glasses. True, many of them are pretty emo, but that's not quite a deal-breaker for me. I looked over at the blurry image of the man sidling up to me.
"I went to adjust the screw and the frame just snapped," he said, quietly, apologetically. I squinted and looked closer at the glasses in his hands. On the top right side of the left lens, the frame had broken cleanly apart.
"Oh, no!" I exclaimed. No way in hell could I afford new glasses. "Do you think I could superglue it?"
"Uh, maybe," he said, "but you really need new frames."
I let out a short laugh. "I can't afford that, I can't even afford to buy groceries."
"Well, it wouldn't cost you anything, I mean, I broke your glasses." He looked at me seriously. My mouth dropped. New frames?? Of my own choosing???
"What about the lenses?" I asked excitedly.
"We would replace those too," he replied. I put my hands over my mouth. "Let me see if we can order those frames," he said, referring to my broken glasses.
"Wait," I said quickly, "can I get different frames if they're around the same price?"
"Well, yeah, sure," he said. "I'd say these were about 150."
I am a kid in a candy store. I quickly call my roommate to come down and help me decide which glasses I want. I try on pair after pair, looking for something colorful, maybe trying out wire frames again for the first time since high school.
We decide that between the light pink plastic frames and the purple wire frames, that I will get the latter. They're nice and tight against my face, too, no more glasses falling off as I play my DS on the bus!
They're 170, a little more expensive than the green ones, but the awesome guy who broke my glasses says that it's okay. I keep expecting something to go wrong, or to be charged for something, but amazingly enough I'm not.
Me and the roommate come back in an hour to my new glasses, fitted with my prescription. I am definitely a fan of my smaller, sexier glasses!