The Clerk in the Basement

I have no idea who this clerk was in our basement, or how long he had a store down there, but he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Clearly, I, with my child in a buggy, and the brown sugar on the counter, have a plan go upstairs and do some baking. My brother, on the other hand, looks like he's about to commit a felony. Maybe, he was thinking this was the guy who sold our mom the cod liver oil that she kept in the fridge, and made us drink a teaspoon of, every now and then. 

I can't remember the specifics for sure, but even though he looked threatening, he kept his gun in the holster, and we carried on with our day. I never did find out if this was the guy who sold her that awful-tasting cod liver oil, kept in a brown medicinal-looking jar in the fridge.  He looked nice enough, but you can't tell anything by a person's looks, you know.