Since coronavirus, traffic disasters are way, way, way up. Every single day, my commute home has been stopped by an accident. It’s a very high-volume freeway, so it’s not unusual to have a stoppage, but it is only about 10 miles, and this is EVERY ... SINGLE ... DAY.
Out here in the wastelands, on a two lane county road, a woman all masked up and alone in her SUV swerved for no apparent reason on the only half mile of straight road near me and just about took me out.
I have to reckon she was oxygen deprived from that N95 the ninny was wearing for who knows how long, with utterly no one else around her.
To top that, I once sat and watched, transfixed, by a woman who came out of the grocery store in a makeshift almost-virus suit, stripped down to her “first layer” of clothes and then she proceeded to whip out a can of disinfectant and totally drenched that second ‘outer’ layer of
?covid clothes?.
Then she disinfected all her groceries, the outside of the car door she had touched and then the inside of the SUV.
Almost a half hour of that went on.
It. Was. Insane.