I walked into the store with my son who I refer to as ‘Mr. Fingers’ since he touches everything. He of course zoomed in on the sunglasses and I was afraid he was going to get them all gunked up with his greasy chicken nugget fingers or bust them in half. I kept telling him to stop touching, but the girls working said it was okay and the glasses where there to be looked at. Needless to say I went back a little later when my wife took over watching Mr. Fingers and purchased a pair of glasses. They helped pick a pair that matched me and adjusted them to fit. I tend to not be able to make up my mind, but they made me feel good about the purchase. Had they not I would have ended up buying a pair of glasses on the Parkway in one of the rest areas. They also have a really great warranty on the glasses that cover them for a year.