The remote in her home hospital bed was broken and her infomercial for Magic-Polish was playing. Again.
“Nurse?”
“…gleaming, in minutes....” Weeks of dying alone, not properly washed, faux luster on repeat. Her starry-eyed dreams had turned into tricking eager housewives out of $19.95 for glorified baking soda.
“Remove grime from family heirlooms, jewelry, and coins!” Her grubby children removed her Magic-Polish profits—and jewelry and coins.
Purgatory, being forced to watch herself, glistening, younger… polishing silverware… until actual Hell.
“Double your money back...” Hah.
“Anybody?”
“But this isn’t all. Call in the next 20 minutes, and you’ll also get…”
“Nurse?”
“…gleaming, in minutes....” Weeks of dying alone, not properly washed, faux luster on repeat. Her starry-eyed dreams had turned into tricking eager housewives out of $19.95 for glorified baking soda.
“Remove grime from family heirlooms, jewelry, and coins!” Her grubby children removed her Magic-Polish profits—and jewelry and coins.
Purgatory, being forced to watch herself, glistening, younger… polishing silverware… until actual Hell.
“Double your money back...” Hah.
“Anybody?”
“But this isn’t all. Call in the next 20 minutes, and you’ll also get…”
