Quick trip to get gas this morning.
Clerk won't take the guy's money or turn on the pump until he puts a mask on. Guy sings the fuck-your-rules-muh-freedom song.
I ask, 'can you grandstand to the side so the rest of us can get served?'
He goes off on me, about my mask, my herd mentality, two other customers get served behind his back. This fact makes me smile, which is less effective behind my mask. He finally storms off.
Jesus. I worked a suicide hotline a while back. Hours thru the night, talking people down, getting them help, perspective, shelter, other resources. Right now, though, if you guys want to drink the disinfectant, i am willing to get you a straw.