Walked Into A Closed Store

I wanted to help out at The Store, even if I got there at a quarter to 2, a bit later than I planned. But when I got there and used my key to open the door, I saw that it was closed. No lights were on and the front door was locked, though not padlocked. The lottery sign was still on, so I think Father was planning to come back.

With us being closed, I decided my stay could be short. All I did was check my lottery tickets and tape the copy of the insurance cards to the Mayo Clinic ream of applications. I was there, oh, 20 minutes before leaving.

It is the second time this has happened. The first time was Wednesday. I did the same thing, check my lottery tickets and go. Then I was on my way to the U.'s MRI tube ... but not before hitting My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version). Which reminds me that I need to do another Expenses Without Receipt blog post.

I am not too worried about The Store closing after this. For one reason, being able to open the door into it makes me feel like we still own it. And second, I helped out Thursday, and Father needed help using the lottery machine to order more ticket stock. Now why would The Store need more ticket stock if it were to close?