[Magazines, apparently. Fairly innocuous the lower the shelf; car mags, fashion mags. Whatever.

But the highest shelf seems to be reserved for material for a less scrupulous sort of person, for both men and women...

Not that he noticed, mind you. He's just waiting out the rain.]

We're all a little distracted by the weather, lady. Accidents happen.

Especially after the damn forecasters said it'd be clear...