dream

[zandperl]

As I went through the checkout line at the grocery store, the cashier took each of the live chickens in turn, flipped it on its back, and ran it across the scanner. You see, farmers had started microchipping them all, and the cashier was scanning the microchip, which I guess included things like weight and price.

There's a little vignette in my head of a hand holding a white chicken's belly and rubbing her past the scanner, her feet curled up as she cocks her head around to watch her price on the screen.