Jeff selected the grocery store shelf. He hit enter. The timer counted down. There was a flash of light. He closed his eyes. When he opened them it was dark. He was unable to move. He could hear people and carts move by, but he was a wrapped had of soap. Hours went by.
"Soap?" Shouted a frantic male voice.
" aisle nine, " answered a more distant voice.
Suddenly, he felt a giant hand close around him.
"That's all?" Asked a woman.
" Yeah, " said the male.
"Two thirty," said the woman.
The register kachinged.
Jeff was unceremoniously thrust in a pocket. It started to get warm. Could soap melt? Jeff wondered.