...why?

It's about 5:03 p.m. I'm in the back room stacking boxes of collection kits, waiting for my girlfriend to show up and give me a ride home. I hear the doorknob jiggle. Then it jiggles a little louder. Then a loud knocking. Then the sound of a foot hitting the door.

I go out to investigate.

"Hey, let's try not to break the door, okay?"

"My bad, but it wasn't openin'."

"It was locked. It's after five."

"What, you all closed?"

"Yes."

"Why are you closed?"

"What do you mean why am I closed? It's after five. I'm closed."

"I'm here for a drug test."

"I can see that, but I'm closed. I'll be open tomorrow at eight."

"Why I can't get one now?"

"Because I'm closed. It's after five. You'll have to come back tomorrow."

"Man, ain't that some [explitive deleted]."

I'm trying to envision a door somewhere, perhaps leading into a restaurant or a bank or some other business, that only opens after you kick it. I can't imagine for the life of me what this man was thinking. Maybe the door is just really, really stuck!

This isnt the real story about what happened this week at the pee clinic... but I'm in a really foul mood and felt it was better to use this crappy story to vent, rather than ruin a good one with a bunch of ranty nonsense. See you tomorrow.