How one small neighbourhood could require so many hairdressers, fried-chicken stores and euphemistic nail-artists is completely beyond your comprehension.
But here you are. And here they are.
It's reality, you just have to swallow it.
[Look]
You are on a street lined with small stores. Only a small percentage is convenient or useful. You have no idea who is occupying the demanding niche market that supports the others.
To the south, the train station.
To the north - the long road to your apartment.
[Look at shops]
Let's break it down - micro-economics style:
Four nail salons. Also providing waxing!
Three hair dressers. Two barbers.
Two bakeries.
Two real estate agents.
A video store.
Four fried-chicken stores.
Two fruit stores.
An indian take-away.
To summarise:
Food. The management of keratin. Audio visual entertainment and sleazy property-slinging.
None of which you desire at present.
[Look at video store]
Upcoming releases....
One man shoots, and learns to love.
One man loves, and learns to shoot.
A man and a woman overcome their differences, adversity, and learn to love.
A 3D animated bowling ball and a group of bowling pins teach us - via allegory, that anything is possible with the power of love.
Tagline: You'll love it!
[Look at chicken store]
It's like some poultry Auschwitz. Chicken Dachau.
In one hundred years, we'll be headed toward a barnyard reconciliation. Enshrining the rights of poultry within the constitution. Every business must meet a goose-hiring quota. A rooster for President in 3011!
"Yes - we cluck."
[Look at fruit store]
Bananas, apples. They're the staples.
Oranges, mandarins... drink a juice. They're really too labor-intensive.
Anything with a seed capable of choking an adolescent.... keep walking.
And spines? That's not even a fruit. It's a tree-borne insult.
[Look at real estate]
"You will be happy here"
There is something ominous about that statement. You imagine dark hoods painted with luminous smiling faces - they wear blood spattered smocks. You wake with a start but it's too late.
You've never met an estate agent that you didn't want to see chopped-up.
Statistically - that's either owing to your lack of experience, or the fact that estate agents are generally fodder.
You'll reserve judgement until you establish a good sample size.
[Look at bakery]
Refined flour. Refined sugar. Ironically, there is nothing refined about the people who enjoy this business.
Occasionally.... once a year, you will eat an eclair. Before the fact, you will think: I'm sure they're great. It's a dessert. It should be great.
After the fact, you will think: I cannot believe I have committed the next few hours of my life to digesting this business.
[Look at hairdresser]
Short back and sides. Leave the top a little longer than average. No product. No water. Ten dollars.
You can summarise the way the industry should operate in a few simple directives.
But, that's scarcely the reality.
You - you have turned to kitchen scissors.
It bothers you that hairdressers don't tend to wear gloves. You couldn't be paid enough to touch some stranger's greasy hair.
[Look at nail artist]
You look at your nails. You look at the posters. Back to your nails. Back to the posters.
You don't understand the nail aspect. That's a given.
You're reasonably sure that Strippers are the majority supporters of the nail salon, fake tan, baby wipe and faux-leather coat industries.
Resources - Tourism - Banking - Stripping. The four pillars of the economy!
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