Tonight, on my way home, I was sitting at the red light at Tennessee Street and Main, just minding my business (and singing like I was auditioning for The Voice), when my eyes caught something that made me laugh out loud — again.
On the corner, there’s this little art store. And right in front of it? That same “GOING OUT OF BUSINESS! FINAL DAYS!” sign that’s been flapping around like a sad little flag of desperation… for at least a year now. I’m not even exaggerating. A year, y’all. Probably longer if we’re being honest.
Every few months, I spot it again like a ghost of clearance sales past, and every single time I wonder — what is happening here? How many “Final Days” does one business get before it’s just… normal days? Did they misunderstand the assignment? Did they get emotionally attached to the thrill of a “final” moment? Are they like that one friend who throws a “goodbye” party for every move but still shows up two weeks later at the neighborhood pool?
I need answers. Real ones. Somebody — anybody — make it make sense.
At this point, that sign feels like part of the permanent landscape. Honestly, if they actually closed, I think I’d miss seeing it. It’s like the world’s slowest breakup… and none of us have any closure.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll stop in and buy something. You know, for the sake of “supporting local.” Or maybe just to ask, “Y’all okay?”
Stay tuned. I might just report back.
XOXO, Jani (not ready to go out of business)!
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