I grew up on a street with a dead end. The dead end looked off into the marsh at one end. Going around the horseshoe loop at the end of the block and moving back towards entering from the boulevard, that row of houses would face off into the bay. This was on the other side of the street from where I grew up.
Well, erm, there's no need to get well into it, but a friendly neighbor who waves his hand at us often, walking multiple dogs and celebrating religious holidays, seems to be running a small business.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. I love that. But if your small business involves selling certain items which are worn underneath clothes then discretion may be a choice for you. Or not! Perhaps there was no clerical error; my assumption could be moot. His joy, and it surely always is joy he displays walking a pack of big dogs, or pride standing on the elaborate stone porch during the holidays; it surely is a gleaming and perhaps it is no mistake!
In the end, I could not help but to glean this information I had learned about that man on our block (you know?? the one who walks dogs), sharing it on my sisters and a privileged cousin at a holiday party of our own (Ah! the times). And of course we shared a laugh. Either way, one should be aware of this odd bit of evidence while deciding to click the Hire Registered Agent button.