As much as he loved walking through the city on the weekend shopping has never really been his favorite thing in the world. Occasionally he would do a bit of window shopping here and there but whenever something happened to catch his eye he never had the money for it, otherwise it was just plain boring in his opinion and he only shopped when he needed to. That was usually the case with most people these days. Nothing could really escape the shitty economy of today, even someone like him, with a fairly decent paying job and able to live on his own without much trouble, often found they were a few bucks short of  having the luxury of splurging a bit. He decided that today he was going to say fuck it and do a little shopping around for a little, with a few bucks in his pocket he had been saving.<br/><br/>There were a lot of stores around the city, small, large, ones too crowded while others seemed like they hardly got any attention at all to the point where he was amazed they stayed in business. It has been awhile since he has been in this area of the city but there seemed to be a few new shops that he didnâ€™t recognize. Nothing ever really stayed the same. It was unfortunate since he had liked some of the old shops but he supposed he could get use to the new ones around. Some of the new shops were actually pretty nice and there were some older shops that sort of fit in to keep up with the times, the dime store in particular was a nice example, the shop has changed hands quite a few times, of a mixture of old and new which was a pretty common sight in the city these days.<br/><br/>Paulâ€™s Oddities was the name of the shop. It wasnâ€™t a large shop but, by all means, it wouldnâ€™t be considered small either, it was somewhere in between. Anything from lawn decorations from food could be purchased here which satisfied just about anyone who made their way here. There was only one small issue with it. While it was a very nice store overall some things could be a little pricy. Prices, however was determined not to leave here empty handed.<br/><br/>Soon he spotted the item that might come home with him. It wasnâ€™t long before he came across the small, purple bottle sitting on the shelf. He picked it up gingerly and gave it a careful examination. Immediately, he noticed how dusty it was and wondered how long it had been sitting there and why someone wouldnâ€™t want it. It was simple yet at the same time it was very nice to look at despite of being filthy. Overall there was something appealing about it and he really couldnâ€™t place his finger on why, and he was filled with a strange sense that told him he should take it home. Maybe he would buy give it to someone as a gift. No matter the reason he was still compelled to take it home with him. It was better than letting it sit here where nobody would ever be given the chance to enjoy it.<br/><br/>â€œHey, how much for the bottle?â€ He called over to the woman behind the counter, who appeared to have her face glued to todayâ€™s paper. She didnâ€™t seem to hear him. With a sigh he brought the bottle over to the counter and placed it there, ringing the bell to get her attention.<br/><br/>She eyed him up with a glare, â€œCan I help you, sir?â€<br/><br/>â€œI asked how much this bottle was.â€<br/><br/>â€œUhhâ€¦ Ten bucks I think. Itâ€™s been sitting around for awhile. Are you interested in it?â€<br/><br/>â€œYeah, Iâ€™ll take it home with me.â€ He pushed the bottle towards her and pulled out his wallet. As soon as the bottle was paid for he held it snugly under his arm and walked out of the store. Despite it looking like a simple bottle he was eager to get it home for some reason. He would have to find a nice place for it somewhere, he thought about where he could put it while he was walking to his car.<br/><br/>When he got home, after taking his shoes off and hanging up his coat, the first thing he got around to doing was cleaning off the dirt and grime off of that bottle. He sat it on the kitchen counter, fishing around for a rag he could use to possibly clean it off. Cleaning products might not be too good for it so he just decided to use regular old water, it was tempting to though. The lady at the register really hadnâ€™t been lying when she said that it had been sitting around awhile; it looked like it hadnâ€™t been touched in ages. He was glad he rescued it when he did, and he could see why people wouldnâ€™t have looked at the thing it was that dirty. As gently as he could he rubbed the bottle with the rag to get the dirt off to the best of his ability.