Around noon, I stopped by a small store in Wilmington, North Carolina, that sells handmade goods. I was hoping to browse and maybe pick up something special. But the door was locked.
Slightly annoyed, I checked the opening hours posted outside.
Opening Hours:
Monday–Friday: Very ISH
Saturday: ISH
Sunday: Still ISH
I couldn’t help but smile.
Now this is a different approach.
I was still annoyed, of course. I live in Switzerland, where train schedules are precise to the second. But there was something oddly refreshing about someone who simply refuses to be on time.
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