Bob’s Boomerang Boutique

As I was walking the other night, I happened upon a storefront that offered boomerangs. Nothing else. Not even novelty nerf or other foamy boomerangs, just hand carved and painted wooden boomerangs. I was surprised that somebody could earn enough to justify having a store serving only the boomerang market. Most souvenir shops pack a pile of junk into them, like cheap T-shirts that say “G’Day Mate”, or sunhats with hundreds of little corks hanging off them, or snow globes with a model of the Sydney Opera House, or a collector’s plate depicting the America’s Cup win of 1983, those sorts of things. At the very least I would expect a store selling boomerangs would also try to hit the dijeridoo crowd, capitalizing on the aboriginal artifact motif, but this one only sold boomerangs. I was looking to see if there were any boomerangs of the sharpened steel kind like in the Road Warrior when the guy’s fingers were chopped off trying to catch it, but no, only blunt wooden death sticks. Perhaps the proprietor tried some other product but he never got the return he was looking for.