When I was a kid, there was this tiny building that sat on a corner half a block away from where we lived. I mean, so small, that when they went to selling bread, donuts in stores, it sat there empty for decades. Probably not even the size of what you'd see back then for a use car lot building. I think they finally got around to tearing that, and one of two small building car lots left on this side of town in the last fifteen years. But that's how they sold baked goods back in the day, fresh, brought in every day from the bakery, unwrapped, no plastic. We used to love to go there with my mom to get donuts while she picked up bread, which, back then, she'd take home and stick in a bread box.