we all have our needs

Today on the street some Brit asked me if there was a sex shop nearby. There's one a couple of blocks from the building where my classes are, and I told him to turn around and head back in that direction, there's a small one down that way. A look of what I can only assume was honest dismay broke out all over his face. A small one? I should have told him it's the same chain (something like the Blockbuster of sex shops) that runs half of the business in Prague, it seems, but it was a bit too humorous and I didn't want to laugh in the poor guy's face. It was a bit like telling a kid there's only vanilla or chocolate ice-cream when what he really wanted was a triple-scoop sundae with strawberry, black raspberry, and fudge-swirl, loads of butterscotch, a couple of cherries and a fucking mountain of rainbow sprinkles.