Damn It Jim, I'm an Eye Doctor Not A Picture Hanger

I always thought we had a good optometrist, or at least I've never really had any complaints about them...

Then on Saturday, we went in to pick up My Lovely Wife's new glasses.  There was a lack of magazines or papers in the waiting area, so I was looking out the window when this caught my eye.

Seriously.

I think this may be the equivalent of a morbidly obese, chain smoking, alcoholic guidance counsellor.  It doesn't necessarily mean that they're not good at their job...but it might.