At a random exit off I-40 outside of Raleigh, North Carolina, we found a convenience store called Grocery Boy Jr. The name is a departure from most gas station/snack stop combos in the South; names such as the Pantry or Kwik Stop (or Qwik Stop or Quik Stop - the word "quick" is never spelled correctly) are more prevalent. I thought Kwik Stops were synonymous with the South, but a Google search led me to convenience stores of that name in New Hampshire, Oklahoma, and even Washington state. Who knew?
Anyway, the intriguing thing about Grocery Boy Jr. was that it seemed to be a family-oriented establishment, as evidenced by this sign/warning posted next to the entrance:
It's pretty sad that a nice, little town in North Carolina would have citizens who behave in such a way that warrants a sign like this. At least Grocery Boy Jr. appears to urge zero tolerance against that behavior.
The fine folks at GBJ may be strong on family, but they're not particularly strong on grammar, as evidenced by another sign on the premises:
It's a lovely sentiment, but since GBJ is talking about a gift from God, God is possessive, so there needs to be an apostrophe: all about God's gift to us.