Oh. I may have mentioned this. In the last few days I’ve done a bit of exploring and a lot of shopping. And of course, the first important thing was to find a liquor store. So I find one (between a thrift shop and the dollar store, oddly) and inside two guys are speaking Arabic. I don’t understand any of it, but I keep hearing the letter 3in, which we don’t have in… well, in anything else.
So I ask the young lady behind the counter where she’s from. Apparently she was born and raised in, ugh, Portland Oregon, but she’s of Palestinian heritage.
That store is now to be referred to as the Palestinian Libation Organization.