The air isn't quite cool inside the liquor store—the air conditioner is probably straining a bit—but it's a welcome relief from the summer's heat outside.

A small box of detergent past its expiration date is slowly sifting its contents onto the metal shelf it sits upon, and a single fly, in defiance of the air curtain over the front door, has made it inside and buzzes lazily around the window by the cash register.