I tried on some shoes via Amazon's try before you buy plan, then sent them back using an Amazon locker outside a gas station's food mart.

Surreal as hell.

You scan a barcode they sent and you printed, a door spontaneously opens somewhere in the array of doors, you put in your item to return and close the door with the fatalism of nailing a coffin.

Even though there's no voice, somehow the door opening itself feels sentient.

Rather than the long arm of the law, the long arm of the Amazon cloud.