After lunch today some coworkers and I went to a place called Harbor Supply. We had fun looking at hammers and hair clippers and grease guns, but after a little while I grabbed co-worker Mark and asked him something.
"Where are the harbor supplies?" I asked.
"The harbor supplies. Like in the name. You know, boat shit. And buoys. Things like that."
"I don't think they actually sell that stuff here."
"Pretty misleading name, then. Maybe they used to be located on Harbor Street."
"Or they were actually at the harbor."