It is Fernando's third day of ownership, and he is sorting out the rental returns when he spies through the blinds a teenager who approaches the Land of Movies at about 1 PM. The youth gives the door a mighty yank but it, being locked as Fernando is not yet open for business, does not budge. The teenager leaves in consternation. Fernando shrugs in mild amusement and resumes his sorting.
Fifteen minutes later, the teenager returns and gives the door a few more solid yanks but is again thwarted by the immovable combination of metal and glass. Fernando is now more confused than amused at the young man's behavior. Fernando has, in the meanwhile, finished sorting the returns and was perusing his most favorite news aggregate site and the flamewars that exist thereon.
Again, fifteen minutes later, the teenager comes around and puts all his strength into trying to pry the door open, to the point that cases were jittering upon the shelves. “Well, that’s enough of this,” thought Fernando, who comes out of the office and approaches the door, where the adolescent has a most pissed-off look on his face.
“Can I help you?” Fernando asks, opening the door and moving quickly to block the hooligan when he tries entering.
“Yeah, I thought you guys are supposed to be open at 2.”
“Um…we are supposed to be open at 2. But that’s half an hour from now.”
“No, it’s not.” The youth whips out his cellular telephone and shows Fernando the time given thereon: 2:33. Confident in his faultless logic, the teenager constantly squeezes into Fernando’s personal space, making him most discomfited, but is firmly denied entry.
“Where are you from again?” The gentleman sputters a response, incredulous that Fernando would ask a question with such an apparently obvious answer.
“Yep, this is certainly not the Eastern Time Zone. We're in Central Time, and it’s only 1:33 here. Come back in 27 minutes.”
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