Wednesday September 2 2020
Of all the timely topics I listed in yesterday’s post, let’s cover a couple things that need to be captured for the future generations.
I want to say that all this mask-wearing is messing with my resting bitch face.
I’m told that I employ a particular facial expression when in the presence of an individual who has violated my sense of social norms. I’ve never seen this look myself, for obvious reasons, but as I understand it, a two-second glare can encourage an individual to question their life choices.
Like the incident I talked about on August 16 at Snotty Situation where a guy actually lowers his mask to sneeze.
Well, then I got to see this little piece of history happen. So, as I’m walking past the self-checkout area at Kroger, my own procured goods secured in the shopping cart, my attention is drawn to the sound of a wet sneeze. An rather impressive expectoration truly worthy of a Bless You, because surely the very soul of this unfortunate was expelled by the sound of things.
And as before, I meet eyes with a guy, but this time there is no mask to lower to fully release the nasal tickle. No, this guy wet-sneezed into the palm of his hand and not breaking eye contact with me, he wipes it on his pants.
At the self-checkout.
I swear, if I wasn’t wearing a mask I could have taken him down. I think my soft hazel eyes are too kind-looking or something. I need the full facial frontal, so to speak.
Look, I’m not a mask vigilante. Wear one or don’t, I’m not your mother. But good grief, there are a few people out there who could consider some due diligence to keep their cooties in check.
You know who you are.
I’m looking at you.
Donnatopia 