Sign of the Times

I don't get out much,
Certainly not into town.
it's a place that seduces your purse
and breaks your defences down.

Exhausting day, the red car needed a new one, the throaty rumble had been the tell-tale for a few days, the rattling of the tail pipe became more urgent.
No more delaying.

Whilst the car was up on the ramp, I went to buy some glass for my greenhouse, unused since a muntjac ran through it.
The glass shop has closed.
I couldn't help but smile at this notice. Turned back wondering if the author knowingly intended the double entendre.
Apologies if this is a bit left field!