The Jacket Wars

Summary

For years, I sold down jackets in a forgotten corner of this country. Twenty bucks a pop.

Then one day, an influencer waltzed in, camera rolling, ready to "expose" me. "This material is garbage, folks, the down fill is pathetic, and the style is just plain ugly! This is trash!"

Then, smooth as a snake, she launched her own brand of jackets, even getting the locals to try them on.

Feeling the difference, and egged on by the influencer, the townspeople turned on me. They called me a con artist, trashed my shop, and swore they'd only buy her jackets from now on.