In the next part of my annoyed as hell with this whole COVID-19 mass hysteria bullshit, let me tell you about yesterday. You can read about the relative uselessness of gloves and masks in my last post here.
I first tried to go to the post office, but there was a huge line of mask-wearing sheep waiting outside in a nice single-file line with everyone standing at least six feet apart (outside, mind you.) An obviously unhappy-with-her-job drill sergeant poised herself at the front of the line to ensure that only one person at a time was permitted inside and admonished and refused entry to anyone attempting to do business without a mask. Needless to say, since I am an adult with common sense and knowledge, I left.
Then, I stopped at my local grocery store and saw staff placing signs on the floor with one-way arrows at the end of each aisle. When I brazenly walked the wrong way down the soup aisle, I was informed that today they would let my insubordination slide, but from tomorrow on, I had to observe all traffic laws. I asked, “Or what?” and a pimply-faced kid told me those were “the rules,” along with the painstakingly measured feet signs on the floor, to enforce social distancing.
Adding insult to injury, plexiglass shields, plastic-covered credit card readers, and large folding tables have been added to further enforce the ever-increasing paranoia.
What is this? Kinderfuckinggarten? Apparently, we must all be treated like children who, first of all, have no concept of measurement, and, second of all, cannot be trusted to utilize even a modicum of common sense to not ram our carts into oncoming traffic if, God forbid, we are going the “wrong way” down an aisle. If they start mandating masks, I will be shopping elsewhere. Or online.