Politically Absurd
Yesterday I had an uncharacteristic craving for chocolate. I had to have a chocolate milkshake. And so I went to my favourite café in Maerua Mall and had one, thick with ice cream and sweet chocolate sauce.
I noticed, while I was ordering, that I could have a mixture of flavours, and if this was what I wanted, then I should “ask one of our waitronsâ€.
Waitron? Who came up with that one?
I looked around in alarm, in case my waitron decided to fuse in the highly charged, stormy atmosphere, and explode, flinging cogs and ballbearings at lethal speeds through the crowded restaurant.
I’m living in a Philip K Dick novel and I never even knew it.