Killing minutes before a job interview in a pawn shop window.
I go in to graze the postconsumer goods, magic box singing to me in bass and clicks.
Guy is all over me like a fly
soon as I cross the threshold.
Took in by suit and shiny shoes.
Miss:Take me for a yuppie.
Stank of sales and desperation.

A thermal heat massager in a faded box. Sickly and tragic. 20 years gone. £4 ONO.