With the new mask mandate, I’d be afraid to walk into a bank like this:
At the beginning of all the COVID-19 uncertainty, I opted to do my food-shopping online and get the groceries at the market’s pick-up location, for which a three- or four–day wait to obtain the items was prevalent, saving me from having to mingle with potentially infected people in the store. That wasn’t such a big deal; but now, the waiting period is well over a week, forcing me to go inside last Thursday to buy needed supplies.
People tend to keep their distance from someone who’s wearing a mask, it seems. At least they did with me while I perused the supermarket aisles with mine on. I have to commend the workers there for performing a well-needed service in these dangerous times, and send kudos to the store’s management for keeping their shoppers safe.
By the way, as seen in the following photo, people are still hoarding toilet paper:
Fortunately I still had some left and wasn’t obliged to buy the nine-pack.
Needing some exercise and fresh air from staying indoors mostly, I went to Pennypack Park at the Delaware River in Philadelphia on Friday, taking pics of the scenery, checking up on the local ospreys and resident bald eagles. As I was photographing the Riverton ospreys, a voice from behind me said, “Hey, where’s your dog?”
“I don’t have a dog.”
“Oh, I thought you were the other guy with a big lens, but he’s a birder.”
“What do I look like?” I felt like saying, considering my passion for taking photos of our fine-feathered friends; but I said instead, “You must mean Frank.”
“Yeah, yeah, Frank,” he said.
“Oh yeah? When was that?”
“Nah, not him then. I mean the bird-watcher with the small, white dog.”
“Oh, you’re talking about Pat. He’s the one who carries his tripod and scope on his shoulder.” Meanwhile, I stepped back to maintain social distancing. He was getting too close.
“Yeah, Pat, but his lens looks different than yours.” The guy began to step closer while eyeballing my camera.
“Stay back, please. Keep your distance.” I had put my mask on during our conversation.
He looked startled for a second and said with a chuckle, “Ah, Corona. That’s what the last guy I was talking to said to me; and I told him, ‘COVID-19, now you’ve got it.'”
What a jerk, I thought and began to walk away. That’s not something to really be joking about. He then said that everyone is panicking for nothing, and that the “so-called pandemic is all hype, made up by the media and liberals.”
That did it. I normally keep my political leanings to myself, but this guy overstepped his boundaries. “You know, I’m sick and tired of hearing that reasoning by right-winged deniers, especially damned Trumpers!” I said to him. “If you want to get sick and die, go ahead; but don’t take everyone with you.”
Surprised the man wasn’t wearing a MAGA hat, I continued on my way, glancing back to make sure he wasn’t coming after me. You never can tell about these crazy people.
My apartment complex’s management sent out a mass e-mail to all the tenants, telling us someone who lives here has tested positive for the COVID-19 disease; but, because of privacy-protection laws, they said don’t bother to ask them where the infirm individual is located. Come on, dagnabbit, give me a hint so I stay away from there. Why tell us about it and promote paranoia? That gives me another reason to wear one of the new masks whenever I go outside of my flat now. Thank goodness the parcel contained 10 of them.
I purchased some mixed nuts and gummy bears at the market. The latter treats all disappeared during my binge throughout the course of yesterday, which brings me to my last question. Since the entire contents of the bag weighed 12 oz, why is it I put on 5 pounds overnight? It doesn’t seem fair; but then again, I was never promised life would be. I better eat the nuts sparingly. That bag weighs a pound.
So much for another tirade. Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.