I’ve seen one of these stores flounder and fail in a matter of a few years. I passed it by many times and I never saw anyone buy anything, or even enter there.
Although I felt sorry for the people running it, I would have never bought any of the sort of stuff they had on display anyway, whether packaged or not. Except for chocolate, and I really prefer mine bar-shaped.

Where do you run to if you don’t know in which direction it’s going to fall?

My thoughts exactly.

Fuckfuckmyfuckingass@lemmy.world, keeping it real.

A man visits the doctor: “Every morning at 6 o’clock sharp, I take a huge shit.”
“Oh, well, that’s good - it means you have regular bowel movements.”
“Sure… but I never wake up before 7.”

Another one:
A man visits the doctor: “Can I take a bath with diarrhea?”
“Of course - if you can fill an entire tub…”

Adultery is not the opposite of infantry; whimsy is not an adjective; you can live together in an apartment; and the Midwest is in the Eastern US.