So the sign on the fabric store website said they closed at 9. Mom and I were out doing errands and trying to go to the fabric store last (note: never ever go to the big Swedish store first, if you're trying to go somewhere else after).
We got to the fabric store at five minutes to 9, Mom stayed with the car, and I ran in. The manager was at the door and it was locked. "We're closing," she said.
"You close at 9, right? I just need a piece of twill, I know exactly where it is, and if someone's at the cutting table I can be in and out fast." She let me in. I suspect she was only standing there with a locked door so she could monitor the number of customers who came in and make sure they matched the number who went back out.
I kept my word, went and got the twill, and one of the ladies from the front cut it for me. I paid for it and was off at two minutes to 9.
I don't think I sucked. I was in and out before the posted closing time. What sucked was that there were other customers still moseying and browsing around the sale racks when I left.
We got to the fabric store at five minutes to 9, Mom stayed with the car, and I ran in. The manager was at the door and it was locked. "We're closing," she said.
"You close at 9, right? I just need a piece of twill, I know exactly where it is, and if someone's at the cutting table I can be in and out fast." She let me in. I suspect she was only standing there with a locked door so she could monitor the number of customers who came in and make sure they matched the number who went back out.
I kept my word, went and got the twill, and one of the ladies from the front cut it for me. I paid for it and was off at two minutes to 9.
I don't think I sucked. I was in and out before the posted closing time. What sucked was that there were other customers still moseying and browsing around the sale racks when I left.
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