Hecht Sewing Machine & Motor

The window advertised «Antiques, Gold, Collectibles, Silver». Being interested in all of the above, I walked in. The man behind the counter looked at me in disbelief when I asked if I could look take a look around.
«At what?»
I waved an arm at the at the antiques, gold, collectibles, and silver the shop was bulging to the rafters with.
«At the, uh, the merchandise.»
«Sir…This is a sewing machine parts and repair shop.»
I looked around me again. The shop was still full of really neat old shit that was definitely not entirely sewing machines. My wallet full of freshly-​laundered fifties was screaming for release.
«But…»
“We sell and repair industrial sewing machines.” And he showed me their letterhead, to prove it. «Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to run a business here.»
«I see… May I have permission to take a couple of pictures before I leave?» I waved my old school film camera at him.
«Certainly NOT! We get inspectors coming in here all the time. How do I know you aren’t one?»
«I’m, uh, just a tourist from Canada, actually.»
«You say that, but I don’t know that. «And thus was I dismissed.
They must drink leaded coffee in this place. No idea if they’re any good at sewing machine repair, but stay the hell away from them if you’re strictly window-​shopping.