Scope

The first thing I saw when I walked in here was Frank Sinatra singing ‘New York, New York.’ That was baffling. Then I saw a pair of inline skates. OH! I want them. I had a strong visceral reaction of desire that wanted to grab the skates and put them on and roll around like a football. I ran over. They weren’t my size. Darn it foiled again! I nevertheless remained impressed that they had inline skates in such good condition.
They also had some niftty clothing items. No Schiaparelli, Castelbajac, or McQueen, but stuff that had some level of interest beyond «I am a blue t-​shirt!»
It was clean in there too. Perhaps not «So fresh and so clean clean» type of clean, but it smelled alright and was organized.