You see them spring up every Halloween, but I bet you don’t give much consideration to them. The seasonal stores, that is. “Halloween Express”, or “Spirit Halloween”, something like that. Popping up in a languishing retail strip or a neglected corner of the mall, where once stood a long-forgotten Circuit City or Bombay Company, appearing practically overnight like an August lily after a day of rain.
I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, and there’s a good chance you’ve even been inside, looking for a pair of sexy cat ears or a hockey mask or that last vial of stage blood before your party.