I had a dream that I could purchase a variety of items from a wide selection of stores-- the world at my fingertips-- with one caveat: everything will come with an industrial strength sticky price tag in the most awkward middle-of-the-forehead place, impenetrable to vinegar, hot water baths, steel wool, auto degreaser, and all other remedies recommended by the ladies on the internet.
I'm awake now and full of questions. Did some hot Greek cashier reject Zeus? Is that why all shoppers are now cursed for eternity?
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.