I have walked to the grocery store, and I am waiting in line. We are all spaced about six feet apart though some are more bold with ten to twenty feet. Cautious; yes. But they are causing anxiety in the line; making it needlessly longer. Who cares about safety, I need triple ginger snap cookies!
Walking over, cutting into the north part of the Upper West Side, it seems like a rather average number of people are out. Out with masks, but out. I guess this is what the new normal looks like. Or is this a part of the City that doesn’t give a shit?
Personally, I still don’t know how to gage what is happening. One day it feels like this isn’t so bad, then yesterday, I was having a hard time figuring out what would happen if we lose our jobs. I know I’m not alone in that thought.
I guess making fun of grocery lines is how I’m trying to cope.
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