Through a trick-of-the-tale, because you were one of his most favorite customers, the old man who ran your local beloved pipe tobacco smoke shop has passed onto that great ashtray in the sky; and having no family he could tolerate for more than the required Thanksgiving holiday dinner, has left the clear title to the business and all inventory therein, deed to the commercial building and land upon which it sits, and all the good-will he established over 45 years at the same location, being his private domain of peace, pleasure, and modest profits to you; 'The Smoke Shop'.
The Will only contains the following provisos and instructions to you:
1. You must rename the shop under a wholly different name; and hopefully one with a bit more creative color than The Smoke Shop; or any other obviously derivative sounding title;
2. You may not simply rename the shop with your own name - first or last - present in the title;
and,
3. The words 'Twilight Zone' - may not appear in any form of the shop's new name.
The Executor of the Will, slides the legal papers across his large mahogany desk towards you, and hands you his heavy fountain pen so you may begin signing; as he leans back in his chair, he asks you: "and now that the shop is yours______ , what shall you call the place?"
- Sherm Natman
The Will only contains the following provisos and instructions to you:
1. You must rename the shop under a wholly different name; and hopefully one with a bit more creative color than The Smoke Shop; or any other obviously derivative sounding title;
2. You may not simply rename the shop with your own name - first or last - present in the title;
and,
3. The words 'Twilight Zone' - may not appear in any form of the shop's new name.
The Executor of the Will, slides the legal papers across his large mahogany desk towards you, and hands you his heavy fountain pen so you may begin signing; as he leans back in his chair, he asks you: "and now that the shop is yours______ , what shall you call the place?"
- Sherm Natman