i'm dying to walk in + ask "how's business?" without sounding like i'm mocking them. but maybe the joke's on me- maybe they don't sell scuba equipment at all, maybe it's a disguise storefront for a super-secret ultra-hip ironic dive lounge. pull a lever hidden behind the designer wetsuits, and a wall revolves to reveal candles, studded burgundy leather easy chairs, + a faint whiff of cinnamon.
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