A young man I had never seen before waltzed in the front door. The greeter, poor thing, asked if he needed a mask. He smiled and said cheerfully, No, I'm good.
I swear the clouds parted and a heavenly chorus started singing.
We were in mask central and here were TWO of us.
Lots of people are either wearing them as chin ornaments or not all, here.
Lots of naked noses peaking out.
[yet I still see fecking idiots driving around in their cars wearing masks. hopeless morons]
My current thing to make them feel like crap because I’m hard of hearing and NEED to see them speak to know what they’re saying.
At this point, I no longer care.
They can shoot me if they want.
I’m sick of this LIE.
I have resisted this crap from Day One.
No sanitizing, no cart wiping, no mask, nothing.
Why am I not dead?
Either I have the immune system of a shark or it’s crap.