Tales from the Plague Year

The picture that's not shown in today's post was the one I didn't take at the Maple Leaf Gardens Loblaws when I was there a couple of days ago.

That would have been a shot of the used face mask that someone had left behind on a table by the Nutella cafe. 

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The other day I popped into Loblaws to buy some instant breakfast oatmeal.

In front of the well-stocked cereal shelves stood a young woman - maybe in her early to mid thirties - seemingly making a hard decision. I saw her cough into her hand and then use the same hand to touch some of the packages on the shelves.

"Good lord," I thought and hung back from her, scanning the shelves for the product I wanted. I thought I saw the right one, grabbed it and retreated to a safe distance. But, dammit, I'd taken the wrong package. So I had to go back into the hot zone.

I was trying to find the right stuff when ol' Typhoid Mary walks right up to me, stands real close, and asks me if the oatmeal I was purchasing tasted like the original.

I could have screamed and fled. But, instead I tried to answer her unanswerable question. As I talked with my head titled as far back as it could go, I got the right product in my basket, returned the wrong product to the shelf and got the hell out of there.

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My Christmas gift to Bruce was a membership at the YMCA. For the months of January and February, there were many excuses - we had to move Bruce's dad; we were in Amsterdam for ten days - to not initiate the membership.

But, early in March we went ahead and signed Bruce up ....

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Keep those hands clean!

Karen