Unfortunate sequence of burnt out bulbs, right?

This can’t be a coincidence, right?  I don’t really believe that this is a matter of “IFT’s” bulbs all burning out at exactly the right time, as much as it has to be an attempt at a practical joke by whomever works at this store.

My first guess is that it’s whomever has the unfortunate duty of working the second shift at this place decided to do some passive-aggressive sabotage, by killing off the bulbs.  The owner(s), whom I guess don’t ever really see this place with the sun down, never will notice; everyone else, once the sun sets and the lights come on, are effectively granted permission to predictable exclaim that “they found the G-spot!”

Or, it’s some truly meta tactics employed by the business itself, and utilizing the seemingly innocuously coincidental inconvenience of burnt out bulbs to their advantage, and suckering people into stopping by, based on nothing but perverted curiosity.  Personally, I only pulled off to the side, snapped my picture, and ran off.  But as you can see, there is someone emerging from the place, so it could be that it actually works.

As much as I would loved to have said that I saw this in Alabama, given my last two Sundays spent out there, it’s actually here in Georgia.  The interesting and suspicious thing about it is that this photo was taken on a Sunday night; pretty much, in the God-fearing south, most businesses are closed by this time, if they even bothered to open at all on a Sunday.  Which piques my curiosity that it really might be possibility #2, since they might be trying to capitalize on the draw of a funny name and accommodate possible customers.  Also interesting is the fact that I’m pretty sure they don’t sell anything at all remotely sexual.  I always thought it was just a place for stereotypical black womens’ clothing.