So here I am, wandering the aisles of the Supermarket of Life.
Order has attempted to categorise the many types of people into their appropriate brands and groupings. Individuality is given by a barcode.
As I push my trolley along, I wonder "why be generic?" There are many no name brands here, those who conform to the cost of their passions. Conversely, those seeking attention are packaged in technicolour glitter and placed in strategic positions. Will I be tempted ...?
There is no money-back guarantee here. No free tastings. Seems like a lucky dip...
I decide to leave my trolley empty and get out of here - the place is giving me the creeps!
As I pass through the checkout, my code won't scan correctly. Seems there's a flaw.
I refuse to let that stop me! So I race out the doors, into the car park of life, leaving the alarm bells ringing behind me.