"That's just the one! Cool, I'll take it," the nineteen year old kid with the oily skin exclaims.
"Okay, uh, no price tag, let me see. Well, I'll give it to your for $25.00"
"Thanks! No need to bag it. I'll wear it to work."
You can't believe the t-shirt clad kid is shoving his greasy arms inside you. Then he zips you up. You want to scream, but of course you can't.
"Hey, Tony Junior, looking good," says the guy behind the counter at the pizza joint.
Tony goes into the roasting backroom. You can feel his sweat rolling down his skin as your fabric body sucks it off him. He sits there for a bit while the guy out front waits on customers.
"Nice new hoodie, all it needs is my logo," the man says.
Tony takes you off as the guy sets up an ironing board and produces a hot iron and a decal.
"TONY AND SONS PIZZA" is now being fused to your fabric body. All you can think is that it burns.
Tony takes his first order with you tied around his waist out to his GEO. He tosses the pizza on the passenger seat. He takes you off, folds you up, and puts you on the driver's seat. Oh, no. You're now his seat cushion, until it gets cold enough that he decides to wear you.