From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The store speakers are blaring "Boom Boom Pow" so loud my teeth rattle, but I can’t stop rubbing the synthetic, fuzzy fur of this Zhu Zhu Pet between my nervous fingers. I’m staring at the receipt, wondering if three dollars and twenty-seven cents a gallon for gas is going to leave us stranded before the month is out. Everything feels sketchy lately, from the stiff, cheap polyester of my discount store hoodie to the headlines about new strategies and failing banks. I just keep fingering the plastic wheels of this toy, hoping the world doesn't grind us down before I can even get home.