I sat waiting for pizza. It had just gone in the oven. It would be ready in 7 minutes.
So I sat on the couch.
I looked out the window. I took a picture. I realized that the hours were backwards. I realized that there were hours. I realized that the store wasn’t always open.
I realized that there was always a store here, where I was sitting. There was always an oven. There were always tables and chairs.
But for the good of me, the customer, there were hours. There are times when B Antonio’s isn’t open.
They need to clean. They need to rest. They need to build anticipation. They know that, while some of us eat cold pizza for breakfast, most of us don’t eat hot pizza so they don’t have to spend the money and energy keeping things open all the time.
Maybe I could learn something from a pizza place.