It's late afternoon on July 4th and I've driven to Wisconsin to buy fireworks to bring to a party at a friend's house. The store is sparsely stocked, I'm looking for one of the big fountain boxes, but don't see any. I ask a clerk for help, but she can't help me find one. I collect a variety of small stuff - bottle rockets, fire crackers, spinners.
I'm checking out - the total is $25. After my purchase has been rung up, the owner comes up from the basement with a piece that looks like a fabric daisy shaped bean bag. It has a dial on it that goes from "one block" to "two blocks." The owner says it's the biggest thing they have. It's $38, I decide not to get it.
When I return to my car, I see that I've left both front doors open and the motor running.
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