It never fails. Even in the middle of the week. It could be a Monday, a Thursday, or a Saturday, but there always seems to be those house wives, retired workers, or oddly scheduled retailers that show up at our door half an hour before we open. Man, I wish glass wasn't clear sometimes so I wouldn't have to walk passed them staring at me as if they were yelling in my ear to open the door. We are a sporting goods store, what could you possibly need at that hour, from a sporting goods store? This is an emergency! I have to have shoe laces by tomorrow night!
And of course there are 2 levels of this type of customer: The one's who understand they showed up early and wait patiently in their cars, and the one's who come flying up to the door, yank on it, realize it's locked, then proceed to knocking. I guess the big white sign with our store hours on it was too big for them to see me standing behind it with a look on my face. No, I will not open half an hour early just for you Mr. President of your own world. Next time, just sleep in a little longer, it's good for you!
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