Tonight after dinner, I called the local dive shop, figuring no one will be there, but I could listen to the message to hear the store hours. It went something like this:
*ring… ring… ring*
Guy: Hello?
Me: Hi, is this [local dive shop name]?
Guy: Yeah, we’re closed for the day. What can I help you with?
Me: I was looking for your hours…
Guy: We’re open from 10 to 6 on *pause* Monday *pause* Tuesday *pause* Closed Wednesday *pause* Thursday *pause* Friday *pause* Close at 5 on Saturday *pause* Closed Sunday. Anything else?
Me: No, thank you.
*click*
I feel like I ought to go buy something so they can afford an answering machine.