Archive - July 24, 2020

Two twenty-something men strut in to the grocery store, making a beeline for the deli. I can’t blame them, that fried chicken aroma is the Cinnabon of the savory world. And it was lunchtime. But it doesn’t matter how young and strident and in-a-hurry you are. Wear the dang mask. Or at least if you don’t, refrain from wearing your work logo on a blindingly florescent yellow T-shirt. Two women are selecting sushi. Then they make their way down several more aisles of the grocery store. We have a mask order in our town. Somehow, they didn’t get the memo….