Rupert’s Place Tag Mfg

Fun fact: Found out that Rupert is the name of the owner’s cat!
Anyways, I was driving around looking for another store when I was attracted to this building with the big sign that said «TAGS». I walked in and, like other reviewers said, noticed that the place looked like an abandoned store being occupied by the homeless. Newspapers, books and garbage everywhere. There were some boxes of tags on a counter which gave some credibility to the sign outside.
I found out from the owner that he’s going to sell the place and retire. He’s one hell of a nice guy!

Hi likes to call himself Kim. A wonderful guy. Easy to deal with and reasonably priced. The place is like hell but he never lets you down.

Something is seriously wrong at Rupert’s Place. I mean it, go look through the front door and tell me if you think I should call the police. At least, if anyone knows Rupert, have him contact his family, let them know he’s okay. It looks like someone was throwing files around, ransacking the place, searching for secret documents (obviously), but couldn’t find them and decided to make a nest and sleep there for a while. I think there was a homemade doll on a stand, which was weird.
Anyway, so they make tags, on the backs of which I’m pretty sure are printed letters that when placed together in the right order spell out a distress signal.
It’s situations like this that make you sit back and really take stock of what you have. I’m in a nice apartment, it’s warm and cozy and the furniture is all upright and in some basic order, nobody is strangling me with a lamp-​cord or living in piles of shredded fax paper in any of the corners. You know, the good life. Until we walked by Rupert’s Place, I don’t know if I ever realized how much I had to lose. Thank you, Rupert, wherever you are.