I used to live in Daytona and one day a shop opened up in a strip mall selling nothing but Super-Whippers. A Super-Whipper was a $1 plastic whisk. This shop had two metal trees in the windows, one loaded with a few white whisks and one with black. They were never open and there was a hand-written sign on the door that said “we’re closed – if you want a Super-Whipper, the salon next door has some”. They were less than a quarter mile away from three dollar stores and a Publix, all of which sold plastic whisks.

Maybe coastal Florida had some sort of severe, unmet demand for plastic whisks, but I remain skeptical of the legitimacy of this business.

I just bought a sign on Temu, in my language, saying “customer service, Mon-Fri closed. Sat-Sun too”.

I think this is probably a business to business operation, so what they mean is they don’t serve people just coming in off the street unless you have an account

This must be the USPS in the town I visited last week.

Please slide banknotes under the door and fuck off.

Could have used a sign like this at one of my old jobs. Our building served as the corporate IT headquarters but the building used to be an old store for the same company so it still looked a bit like a store. We had people walking up all the time trying to get in (doors required a FOB of course). Our help desk regularly had to direct people to the actual storefront down the street.

“Please just slip your money and/or payment cards beneath the door”

We had this at a bank I worked for. We were a tiny disaster recovery data center and customers would drive up and try to hand security their mortgage checks. Trying to get delisted from Google was a real pain so the signs stayed up.

mood

Please fix the spacing in the lower sentence, it looks ridiculous.