A Toast To Routine

I worked for a company that sold small appliances, barbecues, and patio furniture.

Without fail, once I got in, turned on the office lights, and started counting cash, an elderly person would be pulling on the locked doors like their life depended on it.

I’d approach and point to the hours and ask:

Me: “Please stop trying to break and enter.”

Customer: “I just need a replacement cord for my toaster!”

Me: “You can buy that when we open.”

Customer: “Sonny, you don’t care about this now, but when you’re retired, the routine is king. I have my toast at the same time every day!”

Me: “And our store opens at the same time every day. Routine is king! Come back at eight.”