Let’s say you don’t like watrobka anymore.
You go into a shop with your friend, who cannot read labels without glasses. You will be her eyes.
All shelves are full with watrobka. Products have watrobka on the outside, inside, sometimes watrobka is diluted inside a bottle. The friend is asking you what is written here, and there, and that place. The idea of buying watrobka seems just awful to you. Only you, nobody else has a problem. Everyone is walking like they own it, baskets filled.
There are also the wearables, jewellery-like things. Complete waste of money, as they will decompose in a blink of an eye.
Ok, so you could deal with beef. That thing will mature beautifully. But watrobka? Oh people, are you not feeling it?
Why are you fiddling by your collar? Seems too tight?
Your friend shows yet another item to you:
– And this one? Does it have salt in it?
The blurry text is moving around, playing with you. The only letters you can see is “watrobka soap” and price tag $100. „Is she serious?” – you’re thinking.
– THAT thing costs a fortune. – you say.
– Yes but I need something nice for my getaway.
You would like to shout “Don’t you see it is all a lie?!”
Shit, your stomach acts funny. Is it it? You gotta run, else you will throw up!
You manoeuvre through customers, making your slalom towards the exit, and you are out! Hallelujah! Your body exhausted and bent, catching breath.
And you kind of wake up, bit sweaty and sick.
Well that was an interesting reaction. Who could have known, that a perfectly innocent visit in Rossman will turn into a nightmare.
Plasticless life is hard.
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