Joe stormed through the front doors of a local shop, marched straight up to the counter, and slammed his hand down. "I have been trying to call you guys for two whole days and I haven't been able to get through once! What is wrong with your service?!"
Mark, the manager behind the counter, blinked in surprise. "Sir, I'm sorry about that, but what number are you dialing?"
"700-1000! The one written in giant letters right on your front door!" Joe yelled, pointing outside.
Mark looked out the glass, sighed, and said, "Sir, those are our hours."
