Uh...
I have a slow leak in my rear passenger side tire. Hoping to get a patch and to avoid having to replace the tire (which I got on my birthday this past February), I called the local tire shop a few minutes ago (note the time). It went something like this:
Them: Merchant's Tire, how can I help you?
Me: What time do you guys close?
Them: 8:00.
Me: *stunned silence* followed by why I was calling and then "Ok, guess I'll stop by tomorrow."
IF YOU'RE CLOSED, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Them: Merchant's Tire, how can I help you?
Me: What time do you guys close?
Them: 8:00.
Me: *stunned silence* followed by why I was calling and then "Ok, guess I'll stop by tomorrow."
IF YOU'RE CLOSED, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!