GUN SHOP SALE
Saturday afternoon, and we are drawn towards the local gun store by the sign: Clothing sale NOW ON!
I am intrigued.
"I am intrigued, my good man. What clothes, exactly, are in the sale?"
The one-armed bloke looked at me with his single good eye, and gestured towards a rack of peppered with holes, and somewhat spoiled by brown-red stains.
"The last man who tried shoplifting."