"Boises's Only Condom Shop!"

The sign reads "O!Zone! Boise's Only Condom Shop!"

"Wait...wait!" I say, as we drive by.

"What?"

"I want to go in!"

"Why?"

"I want to ask them: "Are there any more condom shops around here?"

Linda keeps driving. I look them up when I get the motel; they used to be called, "Rainbow Rubbers." Heh.


Is this a thing? Am I being provincial?