Greeting Card Outlet

I try not to venture this part of town, «The Gate», like a third world country on the out skirts of Naples. But when I am forced to go to the Post office and want to avoid lines, plus it is near my work place, I lower my standards, and i mean low, low, low.
You would never know it was a PO unless you read the sign outside. It is in the back of a narrow room that looks like a garage sale gone bad. There are cards, but I dont think Hallmark is threatened by this competitor.
Inventory looks old and used, though it may well be new. I would call it UNused, the items have seen better days. The PO staff know what they are doing and they are friendly.
The photo I took is worth a thousand words. I wonder if Uncle Sam is turning over in his grave?