CLOAK/2.5

He had seemed to transmit improvement like radio waves from the time he took over the management of the convenience store from a paternal uncle—
  • start with the lighting and flooring, add softness and glow, remove blue shades and grit
  • get a good wholesale produce distributor, push greens
  • provide food education (Raised in a nation obsessed with snacks and sweets, how is it that so many come so late to the mango? Nothing is more perfectly refreshing and delicious between meals!)
  • cut back on snack foods and diversify other foodstuffs
  • stock better reading material (Magazines magazines models models models--more species, please!)
  • run genuine sales, give credit discretely, institute delivery
  • sponsor a talent show at the local high school
  • eliminate the lottery.
His campaign benefactress bought the winning ticket on the last day of lottery sales at the store, joking that it would be her last.
If lotteries dream, Senator Isaye is their worst nightmare.
Famously, as manager of the convenience store, the future senator exposed an upscale food store scam being run across the street—their baggers were told to switch the perfect lemons chosen from the shelves for far more mortal lemons kept in crates beneath the checkout counters. Back home, shoppers unpacking would think, How could I have chosen this crummy lemon from all those perfect lemons? I'm still no good. He posted leaflets with the testimony of a clerk who had defected to his side until the competition, in ignominy, struck its tents.