A new building has gone up in town, fairly close to our home. We've been watching to see which stores might move in, but without high hopes, since it's a small and rather boring-looking structure. Sure enough, the first sign to go up over a doorway was "Smokeshop and Liquor."This is literally one building away from another store which is also called "Smokeshop and Liquor." Either the store is relocating, or this town has much more serious lung and liver conditions than I first suspected.
Either way, the whole idea is a bit of a mystery to the kids. They know what smoking is, sort of, but don't actually know anyone who smokes. (Haven't things changed in the last 20 years or so!) Zaya is sort of vaguely aware that liquor means the same thing as alcohol, which means the same thing as "something we don't drink because it's bad for your body and your ethics."
I hadn't realized, though, how vague Mim's idea of liquor was until yesterday when she told us, "Look! There's a truck out outside the Smoke and Licorice shop!"
That explains why she hasn't been as annoyed as we were to see the sign in the first place.
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She thought that a smoke shaped candy
Would light up and twinkle-just dandy
But her lit-up twizzler
Turned into a fizzler
And melted to gin, rum, and brandy
Smoke shops seem to be quite the trend lately. Quite frankly I think it's horrible. I work next to one, and I really think they sell more than just "smokes" and liquor. Scary.
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