The Supermarket: A Psychological Torture Chamber

The Supermarket: A Psychological Torture Chamber Alright, let's talk about the modern supermarket. A wild shopping spree extravaganza! You walk in, and it's like a sensory assault. The fluorescent lights, blinding you like a police interrogation. The symphony of wild sounds – the screaming kids, the incessant Muzak that sounds like elevator music composed by Satan himself… it's enough to make you want to crawl into a fetal position and weep for humanity. First, you've got the produce section. Mountains of perfectly symmetrical avocados, each one a goddamn avocado-shaped lie. "Oh, you want it ripe? Well, sir, we only sell them rock-hard. You can enjoy the process of waiting for it to ripen, like some kind of caveman. Or maybe you'd prefer to just eat a rock? It'll probably be more satisfying." Then there's the meat counter. A glistening display of flesh, all neatly packaged and priced to confuse. "Free-range chicken" they call it. Free-r...