On my way to and from the commuter train, in the middle of Boston's Financial District, I pass a photo-processing store. It's right next to the buggy-whip market. (I kid.) I mean, seriously: who actually goes to the photo store anymore? I guess it's people who want to take their digital photos and have them blown up and printed out and stuck in a frame. Because I don't think anyone's bringing in their Kodak and walking out with envelopes of snapshots.
To be fair, I went to this very store years ago to have holiday photo cards made up. But now it's much easier to use Apple's iPhoto store or Shutterfly to do this.
But I'm not writing about the photo store to make fun of anachronisms. No, my fun-making is limited to the Microsoft Word–written sign they have stuck in the door:
I've got nothing against posting your hours on the front door of a retail store, although you'd think they would spring for a proper professional sign (and en dashes instead of hyphens). My problem is with the closing time: 5:59.
What the what?
Why one minute to six? Why not six? I can only come up with one reason: they want customers to know that they're serious about closing time. Six o'clock to one person might be 6:03 to another; they don't want people confusing "six" with "about six." By putting the overly precise "5:59" on their sign, they make it clear that they don't mean "about six."
I guess I can understand why it could be a problem for the store personnel. As I said, the store is right on the main pedestrian-traffic route to Boston's South Station, which has a number of commuter trains departing at 6:15. I can imagine that many customers stop there at the end of the workday and linger in the store right at closing time, debating what frame to buy for the picture of their cats. By the time the staff can get the cat lovers out, it's 6:05. Maybe 6:10. This probably gets old for the photo-shop workers (not to be confused with Photoshop workers). So they came up with the 5:59 sign to discourage these lingerers. Can't blame them.
Yeah, I can. Watch me.
Signs like this one drive me crazy. (See "Don't come in from the cold.") This one might as well say, "Stop bothering us, customers. We want to go home." Particularly where this store is part of a completely dying industry, it doesn't make sense to put the convenience of the employees ahead of serving customers. You should be happy if some cat lover is trying to figure out which faux-silver frame to buy: it means you might still have a job tomorrow.
(You know, I thought about going inside just to ask them why they chose 5:59. But I didn't, because who cares what their justification is? It's the impression that the sign creates that matters more.)
Speaking of troubled industries, what kinds of things do law firms do that put the convenience of their employees over the needs of their clients? I can think of a few. Can you? Shout 'em out in the comments.