I love the shared shops in this country. I am not talking about the obvious ones like coffee shops attached to book shops. I am talking about actual shared shops. Down the road from us, where I have my photos printed, the photo shop doubles as a hairdressing salon. "Have your hair done while you wait..."?. And a little further down the same road is a chemist - with an internet cafe. You could always check out your medicines and prognosis on the internet while you wait for the pharmacist to get your medicines ready, I suppose.
Today I also saw a real multitasker - a guy driving a pick-up with "Roadside Emergency Services" on the door. In the back were the boney carcasses of some animals (probably cows). So, does his roadside service extend to abbatoir services...? Or did he pick these up on the side of the road?
And then there are the shops that defy all logic. Like the printing shop that does not stock paper: you have to bring your own.
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