The Other Side
Venturing across the interstate freeway to the land where every parking lot has a fountain, landscaping and winding pathways, Topiary starts feeling shorter, less well-dressed, and definitely worse-groomed. Her car all of a sudden seems older, and her clothes much too wrinkly.
In the land of lattes and full-priced books, Lexus and manicures and million-dollar mansions, where everyone is tall, slender and wears brand-name shoes, Topiary can take solace in the fact that she has, after all, big bucks to spend.
Only in the Fantasy Stock Market where weblogs are the companies. But hey.