Shopping in ghost town
I broke isolation today. I thought it was going to be a little treat, a little bend of the rules so I can get ready for Gid’s birthday. I won’t be doing it again anytime soon. I went to a big box store so I could do everything in one stop, I went armed with a face mask and gloves; hand sanitizer at the ready. There were several people in the parking lot, not a single person with PPE on, not a mask in sight. I admit the pressure to conform was immense, and I wish I could say I’m above such things, that I was brave enough to stand out. But I couldn't. I left my mask and gloves in my bag. Wearing a mask made everything feel too real, like overreaction, like panic. As I entered the store there was a twenty something employee washing down all the shopping carts. I locked eyes with him, he smiled and pointed to a row further down that he had already finished. I thanked him, grabbing my cart and turning to the only open door, the others having been blocked to