Yes, this was definitely some kind of a headshop or something. He knew because there was a whole case of little plastic Buddhas. And incense. Racks of it. Of course, simply knowing it was a headshop didn't do him any good. It's not just about classification; you also have to have a plan based on your classification. That was his weakness. So he looked around and saw some Jamaican flags on the wall. Yes, this was a headshop. Now what to do? He made eye contact with the shopgirl. She didn't seem busy, so he started to walk over with something he had picked up from the store; he didn't know what it was.