Ninety-two years old, and it still smells faintly like appliance boxes and cardboard. Somewhere in Alabama, a warehouse holds refrigerators lined up by the hundreds, doors closed, waiting like nobody told them the sale started already.
Washers stack close enough that shoppers turn sideways just to get past. A guy near the wall ovens will tell you which model runs quiet without anyone even asking.
Prices here make retail stores look a little embarrassed. People from three counties over show up with the exact model number written on their phone, and leave with two more items they never planned on…