Waiting to Open
It really irks me when businesses open later in the day. In my opinion, everything should be open at 8 or 8:30AM to serve it's customers. Take for instance the Humane Society. It rushes it's employees to get in and get the cages clean so they can open at a crisp 11AM and close at 5PM. Devoted to serving it's city and the city's abandoned animals they open at 11 and close at 4PM on weekends (1-4 on Sun)so that the busiest day and the day most people would decide to adopt a pet is cut short. I have a serious issue with that. In Denver it is not that way. I find more ways to hate this city the more I try to interact with it.
Anyway, I arrived this morning at 9:45 to pick up a new coffee table we had bought last weekend from the furniture store. After almost walking right into the electric doors (that didn't open), a man sitting to the left of me said the store opens at 10. I took a seat in the wicker patio chair that they trusting to lure buyers in, even though it was unsightly hooked to the concrete walkway with a coiled silver wire that looked like it was used in the Jurassic Park's T-Rex containment unit. Having nothing else to do but wait for the clock to strike 10, and being utterly bored and mostly braindead, I started to examine the people around me. The guy who had saved my life from the sealed doors was wearing a green "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt with cut off sweats. Looked like he just got out of bed - guess I wasn't the only one. There was an older couple sitting across the walkway that looked like they had waiting a long time (possibly overnight?) They continued to incessantly bicker and looked like they had loaded into the wagon for a trip to town after milking the cows. I wondered if they were they to buy a rocking chair. There was another older man pacing by the doors that made me think he was a struggling artist or photographer or something. He was wearing a pair of newly shined alligator skin cowboy boots, relaxed blue jeans and a ratty long-sleeved t-shirt. He also had a fishing hat with a rather large brim and a pair of outdated Ray-Bans with the corny strap that keeps them secured (in case of a run-by sunglassing). He promptly switched to admiring a slender blonde in a thin white sleeveless shirt that looked to be in her late 30's. She, of course, stood directly in front of everyone and routinely swished her hair from her shoulders. As the time ticked closer to 10, the stereo-typical American couple showed up. You know the kind I am talking about. Having a Starbucks cup in one hand a cell phone in the other, looking too busy to even listen to a word each other had to say. Conveniently miffed at the fact the store is not and will not open to accommodate their busy schedule. Kinda like the character with the black hair in You've Got Mail that was Tom Hank's first girlfriend (I forget her name). They also were pacing and giving disdainful looks to those who had been waiting longer than they were. I am sure they were planning how to mow everyone down so they could be the first to christen the showroom with their presence.
I was more than happy to see a cheerful manager open the doors and thank us for waiting. We went inside just to learn we had to go to the shipping dock...which happened to open at 9AM.
Anyway, I arrived this morning at 9:45 to pick up a new coffee table we had bought last weekend from the furniture store. After almost walking right into the electric doors (that didn't open), a man sitting to the left of me said the store opens at 10. I took a seat in the wicker patio chair that they trusting to lure buyers in, even though it was unsightly hooked to the concrete walkway with a coiled silver wire that looked like it was used in the Jurassic Park's T-Rex containment unit. Having nothing else to do but wait for the clock to strike 10, and being utterly bored and mostly braindead, I started to examine the people around me. The guy who had saved my life from the sealed doors was wearing a green "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt with cut off sweats. Looked like he just got out of bed - guess I wasn't the only one. There was an older couple sitting across the walkway that looked like they had waiting a long time (possibly overnight?) They continued to incessantly bicker and looked like they had loaded into the wagon for a trip to town after milking the cows. I wondered if they were they to buy a rocking chair. There was another older man pacing by the doors that made me think he was a struggling artist or photographer or something. He was wearing a pair of newly shined alligator skin cowboy boots, relaxed blue jeans and a ratty long-sleeved t-shirt. He also had a fishing hat with a rather large brim and a pair of outdated Ray-Bans with the corny strap that keeps them secured (in case of a run-by sunglassing). He promptly switched to admiring a slender blonde in a thin white sleeveless shirt that looked to be in her late 30's. She, of course, stood directly in front of everyone and routinely swished her hair from her shoulders. As the time ticked closer to 10, the stereo-typical American couple showed up. You know the kind I am talking about. Having a Starbucks cup in one hand a cell phone in the other, looking too busy to even listen to a word each other had to say. Conveniently miffed at the fact the store is not and will not open to accommodate their busy schedule. Kinda like the character with the black hair in You've Got Mail that was Tom Hank's first girlfriend (I forget her name). They also were pacing and giving disdainful looks to those who had been waiting longer than they were. I am sure they were planning how to mow everyone down so they could be the first to christen the showroom with their presence.
I was more than happy to see a cheerful manager open the doors and thank us for waiting. We went inside just to learn we had to go to the shipping dock...which happened to open at 9AM.
posted by Nic at 5:28 PM
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