A few days ago, I took one of my frequent visits to the shiny new(ish) West Hollywood Gateway to satisfy my growing and increasingly violent addiction to Daphne’s Greek Cafe. En route, I always pass the entrance to Best Buy, and this time I happened to cross paths with a disappointed couple being turned away because the store was closing. It seemed early to me, so I eyeballed their posted hours and was shocked to find that they close at 7:00 P.M. on Sundays. WTF?!? 7:00 P.M.!? I mean…seriously guys…seven-freaking-pee-emm?? Primetime television hasn’t even started by 7:00P.M.! For that matter, it’s not even dark out by 7:00 P.M. I guess if I need an extra XBox controller or something next Sunday night, I’d better make other plans.
This is symptomatic of something that’s always irked me about Los Angeles: we are a thriving metropolis of 10 million people, yet most of the city operates on the same annoying banker’s hours. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot worse cities in which to be (Omaha all but rolls up the streets at 10:00), and there are usually solutions if you look for them. But why in the world do I have to look for them? There are TEN MILLION PEOPLE here. Doesn’t anybody feel it might be a good business decision to accomodate some of those that have atypical schedules? Really, it’s almost embarassing. At least the Target’s open ’til 10.