January 10, 2006
William, this is war.
Today, for the second successive day, I collected my figurative balls and left my house on a mission. I gathered my money. I gathered my lollipops (lemon drops today, actually). I walked up Alcatraz to Telegraph, walked down Telegraph to 66th, reached confidently for the front door of number 6601, and discovered that it was in fact closed.
Closed! Yesterday must have been a shop maintenance day; there were the usual motorcycles outside and stuff laying around the lobby, but the lights were off and the door locked. There is such a thing as bad piercing karma which can be incurred by persuading someone who wishes to be closed for business to pierce you anyway. I know this. I've done it. I did not do it yesterday and I don't intend to do it again. I came home meekly instead.
Today, I now realize, is Tuesday Is A Good Day To Be Closed Day. This time there was really no one around to see me standing outside the door scuffling my feet on the sidewalk and pouting, which is a shame because that was some of my best scuffling and pouting ever. I pouted and scuffled my little heart out, but still it did me no good.
I am not willing to be deterred thus. I have a lip that needs piercing, and I'm not about to go to some monkey with a needle at another shop just because William's acquired weird business hours. I hereby declare that I will present myself at the door of Gottsi between the hours of 1 pm and 5 pm every day until I find him actually there and prepared to pierce me. Every day, do you hear me, mister? Slippery though you undoubtedly are, you cannot escape me!
Short of going out of business, that is, and if you're going to do that I'd like you to wait until I'm nicely set up with a lip ring. Thanks.
Posted by dianna at January 10, 2006 05:35 PM
Um... Hey, Dianna?
Have you thought about maybe calling first? Before all the walking and the pouting?
Yes, but that doesn't make for good blog entries. "By God I'll show up on your doorstep every day if it kills me" sounds more interesting than "tomorrow I think I'll take care of some errands in the morning and then call to see what time you'll be open". Just like "I walked miles, miles, long miles only to find they were closed" has more dramatic snap to it than "I took a brief stroll up the street, but they weren't in". And, oh, hi. Have you been reading my blog for (insert amount of time since I last talked to you)?
Well, yes, since you don't post on your OTHER blog anymore! :)
OK, OK, except for a chunk of time where my computer had malfunctioned and ate the link to your page. Other than that, though, yes!
they do have kinda odd hours there. i was trying to send my dad there for a new earring and he kept grumping because every time he tried to visit they were closed. maybe william is only open at 3 am now or something.
According to the answering machine, they're open 12-7 except on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. And this past Monday, although they forgot to mention that part.
Drat. There goes the first day of my plan right there. I suppose I could still show up just to say that I did, but I'd need to find a different route because I'm getting kind of tired of Telegraph and Alcatraz.
I really, really want to know how they make enough money when: (a) they're never open; (b) more people go in to ogle William than to purchase $400 jade earweights; (c) they're all nice about that taking-stuff-in-trade thing. Does that mean they can only afford to operate 4 days a week, or that they really should be open more?
Staircase, on the other hand, is open all the time and I've been warming up to them, but when that one guy helped me stretch my ears a few days ago he decided to go for it sans taper and I'm in crusty, throbbing, stingy, feverish pain. I like to think that William would have had a gentler touch than someone who I can only remember as "whatshisface."