Jason looked down at his phone, panicked that something had changed. To his relief, he realized he must not have submitted the change. Everything was still normal. He was still a regular diapered farmer, picking up supplies for the next month.
"I was in here this morning," Jason informed the employee. He held up the bag he was carrying with the store's logo on it. "You don't need to sell me more."
"...Oh. Sorry," the employee said sheepishly.
"You can't be so quick to grab people," Jason scolded. "Behavior like this makes me consider a diaper subscription online, even though I want to support local businesses."
"Sorry," the employee said again. Jason sighed.
"It's fine. Just behave better in the future." Jason left the store, heading back to his pickup truck in the parking garage. Life as a diapered farmer was tough but fulfilling. He loved tending the land with his hands and his feces, and couldn't believe people didn't always do so. The only downside was that people tended to give him strange looks when he used his diaper in public. He couldn't afford to waste an ounce of his own manure, now that animal manure had been outlawed, so he never used a toilet. Any diapers he dirtied while out and about, he saved to bring home.
Jason got into his truck and started it. When the engine roared, so did his bowels. He began to push. As he drove away from the mall, he was actively squeezing out a log into his diaper, a nice new bit of manure to go onto the fields. He finished with a grunt of effort and settled back, the poop smearing over his butt.
When Jason reached a stoplight, he pulled out his phone and opened the app, generating a new sentence.
"Jason is a struggling farmer in a dirty diaper on the way to visit his parents."