Nah, don’t really have a shop.
Closest I ever came was back in the 5th grade when the parents of a good friend named Bryon owned a corner store. Bryon used to keep us all supplied in bottles of coke and packets of tic tacs. No wonder that shop went belly up a few years later.
If I did have a shop I’d like to think the quality piece of apparel pictured below might literally go flying off the shelves..
Not your thing you say?
Can’t see yourself getting about town in one of these?
Not even around the house?
Then how’s ’bout trying this one on for size instead –