Picture it. It's 2040 and gas is gone and your electric car isn't charged. Your pipe as gone out. The liberal anti's have outlawed tobacco and tobacco shops. You start to panic. All you can see for miles are socialist, locally grown vegan grocery stores, weed dispensaries and state sponsored genital reconfiguration centers (you know, because sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't)/safe spaces. You look down at your pipe and it's empty. Panic increases. You don't want any North Slope Hawaiian trip weed. You want a nice Balkan or a simple VaPer but your stocks are bare. BARE You see a bunch of millennials all grown up, walking down the street, half with man buns (which, even 20 years in the future you realize should never be worn by any man unless they are a samurai or their last name is Massengill) You want to make eye contact with one but you can't. Their eyes are glossed over staring at their Iphones 43's for HoloInstagrams or checking Tinder to see if they have a date at any time in the foreseeable future. Your pipes are empty. No more Latakia. No more Cavendish. No more Flakes and GL Pease died tragically years ago. You are utterly alone.
Suddenly, those 47 pipes you bought don't make much sense, do they?