Never on time

There she was, staring at the window of that shop she had just found. She had travelled abroad, and while going for a walk she discovered that mysterious window. It had a black frame, and looking thought the glass she found some things she liked, so she waited. She waited and waited, but the shop wouldn’t open. She looked all over the wall just to find out there were no sings, no posters, there wasn’t the slightest indication of the opening hours. So she waited. Then someone saw her from the other side of the street and approached her. “It closed some time ago, it’s not going to open”. Why would it be true if there were no signs of ceasing the business? She stared though the window for a few more hours. Then she just walked away. It was disappointing being always late or too early.