Are You Open?

  [273 words] Sometimes I forget that it is a holiday and drive to the bank to deposit a needed check, only to see a sign on the door that reads “Closed.” Frustrating. On one summer night a few years ago, my wife and I were craving some Maggie Moo’s Ice Cream. We made the thirty-minute trek from our home in Maryville to the nearest Maggie Moo’s, only to see that the neon sign that read “Open” was not lit up. They were closed. Disappointing. On one occasion, my gas light came on during a stretch of the interstate where exits were few and far between. As more and more mile markers swept by, I began to get nervous. When I came to the next exit, I got off and made my way to the nearest gas station. The sign on the door said, ”We’re Closed.” Troubling. Now, there is…