Myriad hexagonal signs adorn the window of the start-up shop on the corner, advertising everything from Fire Apparatus to Sugar. You’re impressed by the remarkable diversification of products this particular store offers, your eyes bouncing from side to side, from Crafting Supplies to Used Tires, from Herbal Remedies to Fresh Produce.
Must be bigger on the inside.
You walk as you regard each word or phrase advertising different goods, making it to the end of the display window before finding a product that gives you pause initially, then confuses you, and finally causes you no small amount of excitement: Tanks.
The clerk, watching from inside, sees you stop at the edge of the window, observes your eyes widen, and shakes her head as you turn and run inside the store with a wide grin across your lips.
You push through the doors and practically skip to the counter. “Hi!” you greet the clerk. “I see you sell-“
The clerk doesn’t let you finish. “They’re propane tanks.”
Apparently you’re not the first to make this mistake. You wonder, as you exit the store with your shoulders slumped in disappointment, if you’re the first to have your dreams crushed because of it.