I’ve been using the baked car method of sanitizing and cycling masks and pluck from a mountain of discards on the passenger floor mat. At the 7-11, I double up. Chinese N95 under and blue disposal over. A lady older than me, by at least a decade unsteady on her feet, teeters around the aisles forcing my peripheral monitoring. Presenting as an oncoming accident; she needs to stay away from the donuts. The line IS not moving and I can barely breathe in my muzzles. After 10 minuets I consider it my right to walk out with merchandise. Waiting to pay is unconscionable. I fix my concentration well behind the suggested floor foot decals and fidget and turn around still waiting and there she is diminutive and directly behind me without a mask. I take my gatorade bottle and plunge it cap first like a sword at her abdomen.
BACK! IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE RESPECT TO WEAR A MASK ~ GET BACK.
OK, I go get my mask.
At the post office a few days ago I had time and space to consider the elderly man without a mask and said HEY bud you forgot your mask and chided him when he returned. I’ve done the same thing forgetting PANDEMIC WORLD. Getting out of my truck bare cheeked.
I’m rattled that I didn’t apologize to the unusually small woman who was might have been weak from radiation or have a brain disease and almost cry again.