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Jul. 10th, 2004 06:29 pm11.30 am
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot (hereafter PI, although they are not all the same PI): What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
12.00 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
2.45 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
3.50 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
4.30 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.00 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.30 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.45 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
6:00 pm
I lock the door. Three people promptly pull up. The first one gets out of her car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up, and gets back in her car. The second one gets out of his car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up, and gets back in his car. The third one has now seen two different people attempt and fail to get into the building, which has no interior lights on in the customer section and whose hours are clearly posted as "Saturday 10-6" on the front door. However, she gets out of her car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up and gets back in her car.
6.15
Both registers having been closed out and counted, we are now getting the machine counts so we can leave. While we are doing this - which puts us in sight of the parking lot through the huge plate-glass windows that make up 2 1/3 walls of the store, four more cars pull up and repeat the previous ritual.
6.25
We've left, the door is locked, and I'm sitting in my locked truck, talking to my mother on my cell phone. In the rear view mirror I see a car pull up and repeat the previous ritual.
6.30
My conversation over, I start to pull out of the parking lot. Just as I enter the roadway, I see another car pull into our parking lot...
Every. Fucking. Day.
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot (hereafter PI, although they are not all the same PI): What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
12.00 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
2.45 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
3.50 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
4.30 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.00 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.30 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
5.45 pm
Phone: RING RING!
Me: Yes we can at FedEx Kinkos, this is Jennifer, how may I direct your call?
Phone Idiot: What time do you close?
Me: 6:00.
PI: hangs up
6:00 pm
I lock the door. Three people promptly pull up. The first one gets out of her car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up, and gets back in her car. The second one gets out of his car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up, and gets back in his car. The third one has now seen two different people attempt and fail to get into the building, which has no interior lights on in the customer section and whose hours are clearly posted as "Saturday 10-6" on the front door. However, she gets out of her car, walks up to the door, yanks on it, pounds on it, leans to the window and stares in, gives up and gets back in her car.
6.15
Both registers having been closed out and counted, we are now getting the machine counts so we can leave. While we are doing this - which puts us in sight of the parking lot through the huge plate-glass windows that make up 2 1/3 walls of the store, four more cars pull up and repeat the previous ritual.
6.25
We've left, the door is locked, and I'm sitting in my locked truck, talking to my mother on my cell phone. In the rear view mirror I see a car pull up and repeat the previous ritual.
6.30
My conversation over, I start to pull out of the parking lot. Just as I enter the roadway, I see another car pull into our parking lot...
Every. Fucking. Day.
