Jason, the owner, was in there chatting with Ray, one of his counter staff, about the stuff that gets left behind by students moving out of Ithaca every spring. I chimed in, "Let me know if you run across a floor lamp."
"Stay right there," said Jason, and wandered in back for a minute, to emerge with one of those torchiere floor lamps. He apologized that it's a little dented and has no bulb, but happily, I have a bulb.
So now, next to the floor lamp whose switch