The Next Big Thing

Pitch complete, I try hard not to fidget or wipe my sweaty palms down my new skirt.

The venture capitalist glances up at my smart holographic display board and fixes me with an icy stare over his half-moon glasses. “So let me get this straight. Firstly, customers programme their self-driving cars to go to a physical shop.”

“Yes,” I reply.

He looks down at his tablet. “They take clothes off a rack themselves, try them on in these ‘fitting rooms,’ then carry the ones they want to a ‘till’, pay, and take them home right away.”

“Yes.”

“It’ll never catch on.”