It’s annoying but I wouldn’t call it dystopian.
At least where I live, it’s an equal mix of “wear your seatbelt”, “don’t text and drive”, and weed dispensaries.
It’s not exactly prime advertising space, so you really just get PSAs and weed.
Worst part is when you’re getting gas late at night, say after driving back from a family dinner in another city and so you’re tired and full, and you’re all alone at the pumps on an otherwise quiet night.
Something deep inside the pumps makes them decide to start playing their advertisments from all the pumps at once, but they’re not perfect, so they’re just a little out of sync.
So it’s dark and you’re tired, relaxed, and almost home. When out of nowhere, from all around you, comes the stereophonic cacophonous cry of “B-B-B-BONGS! B-B-B-BLUNTS! AND MORE, AT THE HOUSE OF DDDDANKKKKK!”
It’s definitely annoying, but I wouldn’t call it a dystopia.
It’s annoying but I wouldn’t call it dystopian.
At least where I live, it’s an equal mix of “wear your seatbelt”, “don’t text and drive”, and weed dispensaries.
It’s not exactly prime advertising space, so you really just get PSAs and weed.
Worst part is when you’re getting gas late at night, say after driving back from a family dinner in another city and so you’re tired and full, and you’re all alone at the pumps on an otherwise quiet night.
Something deep inside the pumps makes them decide to start playing their advertisments from all the pumps at once, but they’re not perfect, so they’re just a little out of sync.
So it’s dark and you’re tired, relaxed, and almost home. When out of nowhere, from all around you, comes the stereophonic cacophonous cry of “B-B-B-BONGS! B-B-B-BLUNTS! AND MORE, AT THE HOUSE OF DDDDANKKKKK!”
It’s definitely annoying, but I wouldn’t call it a dystopia.