What If You Sold Hot Cheetos In Ancient Greece?

[0:00]What if you sold hot Cheetos in ancient Greece? Day one, you arrive in Athens with a bag of hot Cheetos. No one knows what they are. You hand one to a stranger. He eats it. His eyes go wide. He grabs his throat. You're already in trouble. Day two, word spreads a traveler carries fire in a bag. People come to watch, not to eat. You dare them. One athlete tries it. Cries, then immediately ask for another. The crowd goes silent. Day three, the priest declare it cursed. Red dust sent by Aries. They try to confiscate your stock. You hide it under the market floor. A Cheetos black market is born. Week one, you're selling from the shadows. Double the price, triple the demand. The same priest who banned it are your best customers at midnight. Month one, half of Athens is addicted. Socrates walks up to you, then looks at you and says, is it truly pain if we return to it willingly? You hand him another one, walks away still thinking. Month six, last bag sold. Pockets full of gold. You don't wait for the morning. You load a boat at midnight while Athens sleeps with red fingers.