On the road to Shreveport, we stopped in nowhere East Texas ostensibly for gas, but mostly because perpetual motion L had had it with his car seat and needed a break.
Whelp, I might well could pee, so I went into the gas station. A good 12 people without masks were jawin, having a good ol’ time. In my blaring bright turquoise N95, head down I went to the restroom. Nobody said anything, they didn’t have to, I could see it in their smirks.
Outsider. Idiot. Sheep.
Grown-ass adults can make their own decisions, but surely a few among them eschew the mask out of pressure. What kind of choice is that? Getting laughed at, ostracized, in a town too small to hide. Is a mandate an overreach when pride trumps sense? …and science and compassion and patience, please, just a few months longer. Why make it effortless to die?
I always rolled my eyes at “freedom isn’t free” but maybe this is what they mean. You have to kill your neighbors to show your smug face.
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