"Hey, Joe, I'm Joe, have a cup of Joe, and let me show you around,"
says an eager young man in some nondescript clothing, as he shoves a
big white generic mug with the name JOE in black letters on the side
of the cup into your hands. He grabs your elbow and guides you deeper
into the store.
"Uh, thanks, Joe, but my name is-" you start to explain.
"Here everybody is Joe, Joe! You're just another Joe in the store.
Ah, now here's some clothing that you'll like, Joe."
"Uh, don't you have any other colors? And my name isn't Joe, it's-"
"Taupe, Beige, Oatmeal, Charcoal Grey, Light Grey, Grey Grey, Light
Beige, Dark Beige, and oh here's a Taupe and Beige Stripe, and Light
Grey, Grey Grey and Charcoal Grey Plaid. If you want to me daring,
Joe?"
"Mmmm," you sip the coffee. It's hot but strangely calming. "Is this
decaf?" you ask yawning.
"No, Joe. It's 100% Joe, just like you and me," Joe says.
You nod and glance over at the mirror. You look a bit different. You
walk toward the mirror taking another sip. You rub your face it seems
to be changing...