award plaque: the quest continues

I have a lot of Thanksgiving-related ingredients to buy this weekend, but my other errand—which I'm about to embark on within the next sixty minutes—is to go back to the Jongno district to visit that award-plaque shop that was closed Sunday afternoon last week. By going on Saturday, and going earlier this time, I hope to be able to walk into the shop and talk with an actual human being. That other shop, the one close to my office called Royal Plaques (로얄 상패), turned out to be a bust. I went there a second time this past Thursday, around 3:50 p.m., and there was still no one there. So, having photographed the business card taped to the shop's front door, I used the card's information to send a semi-irate text message telling the shop owner that I'd tried twice to visit, and no one was there, so what were the shop's operating hours, and could I visit the place on Saturday?  The answer I got must have been written by the laziest motherfucker on the peninsula:  we're closed on Saturday and Sunday, so why not order the plaque you want from our website?  No other information was given re:  business hours or the possibility of meeting and talking.  That, kids, is not how you do business.  Royal Plaques has now lost a potential customer, and that customer will now spend time bad-mouthing the place online.  So:  fuck you, Royal Plaques—I'm going back to Jongno.  Expect a report later today when I (theoretically) will have gotten the information I need.