Shoutouts FYidoctors in San Rafael
Whatever anyone thinks,…read morethis place will forever be my haven.
I wasn't supposed to be here.
I wasn't their patient. I didn't have an appointment. I hadn't purchased my glasses here. Until that day, I had never walked through their doors, let alone knew who they were.
I was just someone driving to a wedding in an unfamiliar area when, without warning, the lens fell completely out of my prescription glasses.
I've worn glasses virtually my entire life and never experienced anything like it. One second I'm dressed up, driving to a wedding and going about my day. The next I'm frantically looking for the nearest exit and closest shop that can urgently repair my glasses. You can 'see' how difficult and stressful this situation was, with a sprinkle of already being late to the ceremony....
It sounds almost funny afterward.
In the moment, it wasn't.
I put 20 minutes onto a parking meter and dashed off blindly for this store.
Mind you, it was minutes before closing.
I walked in, explained what had happened and prepared myself for all the perfectly reasonable questions:
Are you a patient here?
Did you buy these from us?
Insurance?
ID?
Do you have an appointment?
Instead, they just helped me.
They took my glasses, put the lens back in and secured everything. Without me even asking, they inspected everything, checked the opposite side and tightened that screw too so I hopefully wouldn't find myself in the same predicament again.
I offered to pay them.
They wouldn't take a dime.
I was in awe. I hadn't even expected them to take me, let alone be this attentive and caring.
I wasn't looking for a freebie. At that moment, I didn't care what it cost. I was dressed for a wedding, away from home, and my glasses had catastrophically failed while I was driving.
By the time I walked back around the corner to my car, I still had 9 minutes on the meter.
But maybe the reason such a small interaction affected me so much is because of the contrast.
This wasn't the first time these glasses had fallen apart.
The 1st time this happened, I went back to the practice that actually sold them to me. I was their established patient, wearing glasses purchased from their office, and they still wouldn't let me do a walk-in. I had to go through the normal scheduling process to find an appointment time for a repair. Ridiculous.
I remember joking with the opticians there, "Oh thank goodness it happened while I was safely at home. Imagine if my glasses suddenly fell apart while I was somewhere unfamiliar and actually needed them."
Then they did.
While I was driving, no less.
I was nobody to these people.
My own provider had every reason to consider these glasses, and me, their responsibility.
This office had none.
I cannot overstate how much that contrast floored me.
A practice I had never given a dollar to treated my eyewear problem with a level of urgency, kindness and basic humanity that I hadn't experienced from the practice where I actually bought the glasses.
That's why I'm writing so much about what was probably an incredibly ordinary few minutes in their workday.
To them, maybe it was just tightening a screw and putting a lens back.
To me, it was somebody coming through for me during a genuinely lousy moment when they had absolutely no obligation to.
The ratings here are remarkably high. I've also seen the recent criticism from longtime patients who feel things have changed since the business changed hands.
I'm not here to tell those people they're wrong. Their experiences are theirs.
I'm here to add mine.
And mine is admittedly unusual.
I haven't had an eye exam here. I haven't ordered glasses here. I can't promise anybody what their experience with those services will be.
But I can tell you something most reviews probably can't:
I know how these people treated someone when they weren't their customer.
If you're reading reviews trying to decide whether to give this practice a chance, that's the perspective I can offer you.
Based on my experience alone, I'd feel comfortable giving them the opportunity to earn my business when I actually needed an optometrist.
Maybe that's an unusually strong opinion to form from such a short interaction.
But sometimes eleven minutes tells you a lot about a business. At least compared to the practice that sold me these glasses... I certainly found my haven.