No, not by a long shot.
No, it’s a legitimate business model.
I think most of thier business is in older cars. I needed a tach cable for a old tractor, I ended up at speedometer repair shop. Resetting odometers is illegal, and you aren’t going to invest in a store to do it. The skills have changed, also. New odometers are electronic, and I doubt that they can be reversed mechanically.
Darn.
It should be by the seashore, especially if it’s a woman selling them.
There used to be a store in downtown Dallas that sold nothing but ties. I don’t remember their name but their slogan was “Come in and tie one on.”
I have a faint memory of a butcher shop somewhere in Washington state that sold only horse meat.
Eyebrow threading is torture masquerading as grooming.
It’s like waxing, but instead of ripping the hair off with wax, they trap the hair between two pieces of thread and *then *rip it out.
I’ve had my eyebrows (and bikini line) waxed for decades, and I was shocked at how uncomfortable threading was.
On a side note, she probably threads other regions as well. People get their upper lip, cheeks, chin, eyebrows, and sideburn areas done.
Saw a bird seed place as mentioned above. Huh.
One that was GREAT was a spaghetti store. And they sold sauce.
But you could pick from different kinds of fresh dough (infused with different flavors) they would cut it to your liking (linguine, angle hair, whatever) to be cooked at home.
It was great. Nothing like REAL fresh spaghetti. I make it at home (rarely) and make quite the mess. I thought it was brilliant.
Well done.
So there were no impastas?
That sounds nuts.
Just Bulbs is still in business. Great store. They have every kind of bulb there is, as far as I can tell. I go there once in a while for 24-volt bulbs for this weird track lighting in my apartment.
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There’s one of those a few blocks from here called Sock Dreams. They’ve been in business for several years now.
There’s a store in Lincoln, Nebraska that sells nothing but licorice.
I believe they work by sequentially burning out cells in a chip - something like a very large one-bit memory chip or PAL. The process is not reversible and the chip cannot be replaced without leaving identifiable serial number changes. I suppose there are hacker/mechanics out there who can do a passable job.
I’ve been there! I don’t like licorice but my Mom loves it, so I brought her back a bag full of stuff.
Link didn’t work for me. Was it this Purple Store in Seattle?
There is one in Cologne as well: Die Bärendreck-Apotheke. The name literally means “Bearpoop Pharmacy”. 
There used to be a “store” in Boston called. Gargoyles, Grotesques and Chimeras. I put that in quotes because it wasn’t a conventional store at all. It was on posh Newbury street but it wasn’t marked and it was only open some of the time during irregular hours. You just had to show up and look for it among endless rows of brownstones to figure it out yourself.
The only person that worked there was the (very nice if not extremely eccentric) owner. It was like stepping into the storeroom of a European cathedral. There were often leaves on the floor, this strange musty smell and this very odd, slow tempo piano music recorded by the owner on infinite loop called “The Anatomy of Melancholy” playing in the background. It was possible to buy things because I did it a few times but nothing had a price tag on it and the selection of the day was just laid about in seemingly random patterns that probably weren’t.
Here is a picture of what some of it looked like but this photo only shows a small part of the “store”. Still, if you needed any combination of gargoyles, grotesques OR chimeras, this was the place you needed to go as long as you could figure out where it was and when it was open.
without going off to see if there still in business there was a map store not too far from me and it was heaven to go visit. I got my brother an upside=down world map for Christmas one year and it was wonderful how strange all of the landmasses looked just by swapping N and S on the map. of course all the names and labelss were orinted correctly.
There’s a store in my home town that sells nothing but buttons:
Out of curiosity, I stopped in there once and talked to the owner. Her husband used to be a traveling button salesman with a route that covered northern California. The internet cut into his business so much that he quit, and she created a brick-and-mortar store with his remaining inventory.
The woman was quite proud of the fact that she sells no plastic buttons. Her buttons are made from metal, glass, wood, shell. . . but no plastic.