One of my grocery go-tos is a Vietnamese store. It is one of those family run joints that make you feel good when you patronize them. Had not been in since The Virus fucked up our world but I needed some of his stock on account I have been cooking nearly all Sonja and my meals at home.
I was the only white guy customer while I was there. All the Vietnamese were wearing masks. And gloves. Very nice of them. I, the fearless half fucking drunk guy, of course was not. No one got within 15 feet of me. A couple people left.
You get a true measure of people when Fear moves into your every waking and sleeping moment.
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