From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the grocery aisle flickers over those ridiculous robotic hamsters everyone is fighting for, but I’m staring at the shelf tags in disbelief. **$1.37** for a basic loaf of bread—if prices keep climbing like this, I’m going to have to start living off the free Wi-Fi at the café. Look, Imma let you finish complaining about the news, but the local nurses losing their union bid means tonight’s hospital shift is going to be a nightmare of thin scrubs and shorter tempers. I’m just trying to keep my head down while "Boom Boom Pow" blasts from a passing car, drowning out the fear that everything is getting too expensive to survive.