Issue Glue 005
The middle class vacation is fraught with a double-edged indignity.
The cost of parking?
No, it’s that you can’t afford anything not rife with insipid advertising and other illusion-busting banalities.
So, constant reminders of the artifice you’re in, and the sucker that you are.
Yes. And the flip side edge? You occasionally think of the starving millions as you sip another high-cal drink.
Yeah, I see what you’re saying.
WOOT! I remember exactly which seat I used to bolt for—Captain EO THEATRE, I AM IN YOU.
… FINALLY. They’re opening the doors. Fastpass FTW.
Milkshakes afterward? No, I didn’t forget… you order malt, they say sorry, then the speech.