My Cardboard Balcony

I wasn't entirely aware of what the store sold, but the moment I noticed all the brands, I knew I was in Corporate Hell. All the familiar logos and trademarks glared at me like multicolored neon eyes, blazing and scorching into my own retinas. Still, I saw shirts that would look good on me, shoes that would fit well. Capitalism was a bitch, but I thrived in it.