OK, readers, mere comic relief here.
Is it just my age? I’m increasingly confused over names of business places. Like…
CARDBOARD HEROES. (No, thanks. I have real heroes!)
GARAGE. (Oh, it’s clothes and not car repair?)
Oh well, I can get my car repaired at FORD’S GARAGE. (Wrong again, but they have good hamburgers.)
How about a sandwich at BOX LUNCH? (Oh, it’s not an eatery.)
REVIVED TECH. (Um… I didn’t know tech had fainted.)
VICTORIA’S SECRET. (Not much seems a secret here.)
TORRID. (Why would either definition of this word—“scorching” or “passionate”—be confined to larger clothing sizes?)
FUNKE FUSION. (I guess T-shirts, a banner with skull art, and a photo of sex symbol Marilyn Monroe constitute a “fusion” of merchandise, but… isn’t it f-u-n-k-y?)
I backed away from the store named VICIOUS. (Now, if this was named FRIENDLY…)
PSYCHO BUNNY. (Just what we need: deranged wildlife!)
Getting ahold of myself, I thought, You’re making too big a deal of this. Stop it. As if on cue, the next store I passed was the FINISH LINE. And soon after… GAME STOP.
That’s it—game over!
