Yup, kicked them out and cleaned up their mess. It was really this one schizophrenic man Joe. He would beat off to any girls in the parking lot. He was a funny guy. I bought him lunch often, but had to kick him off the property during business hours. The poor guy smelled terrible.

To be more clear the neighborhood skater kids were the ones that usually dragged the couches down and then Joe would sleep on it if it was there. He had bedding and stuff. I usually left a couple of old bike boxes out for some extra padding. He slept under the overhang that was beside the parking garage.

I'm smart enough to have both empathy and business sense enough to know how to run one. Bike shops have untenable low profit margins and are mostly a hobby business at best breaking even. No one on that kind of pay and budget can save or house the world.

"These are not the billionaires you're looking for. Move along." 👌