The Rent's Just the Same

"The rent's just the same," my entrepreneur-minded father would chide when I would beg him to let us close up shop. He constantly bombarded me with such aphorisms. I thought of him yesterday. Friday began with a meeting at Kansas City Cafe. The restaurant opened early for the event. Fifteen hours later I parked outside the restaurant at 1532 Grand. Yet the establishment, open a mere twenty hours a week, had been closed for five hours. My pop might have spit on their window in disgust.