It was already noon and no one was there. But I needed my photo. I needed it. I took a picture of the sign. The timestamp would vindicate me when I took my complaint to… huh. Who do I complain to about this? The owners? By then I’ll have my photo, and who cares after that.

That tears it – I’ll complain to all my friends. The picture will be proof. I’ll complain to everyone and it’ll ruin them, brick by brick, customer by customer, dollar by dollar. It’ll be my mission to…

Oh, hey, the owners are back. Hey, do you guys have my photo done yet? You do? Sweet!

Love these guys.