The bear’s head in the window made me stop.
I looked up at the sign
and went in.
The shelves were brimming with boxes and a sign overhead read:
The owner saw me reading it and added,
“If we don’t have it, you probably don’t need it."
I smiled and looked around the ceiling.
My eyes widened.
"Do you want to see out back?” he offered.
“Does it get better or worse,” I asked.
“Come!” He said and led me past the furnace
and through a door above which two signs were posted.
Too bad about the smoking.