COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43983.44

Combating boredom. I made a trip out into Zombie Land yesterday to have the oil in the SUV changed and to pick up dog food. Seems like any trip out will include having to be around people who refuse to wear a mask in crowded public places. I refer to these people as “slackers” and for good reason. I try to keep at least 10 feet between myself and the mask free individuals. Not my job to enforce the rules, but it is my job to protect myself and my family. There was a young 20-something lady in the lobby at Grease Monkey, sitting firmly on her butt next to the door, playing with her cell phone and with no mask. I turned around and went through the other door to get to the counter. She tried to hide her face, but who cares? She’s a slacker. Lots of young slackers out there for sure. At Petsmart looking for dog food, there’s a sign at the entrance that clearly states that Denver City ordinance requires that all people entering the business must be wearing a mask. Most folks inside had their mask on. Leave it to me, I get in line behind the trailer park woman and man who weren’t wearing a mask and everyone around them was moving away from them. I kept 10 feet back. The poor young lady running the register pointed out to the couple that the law required them to be wearing a mask in the store. The slacker lady got belligerent with her and refused. After she checked out, she huffed out of the store waving her arms around and cussing. The girl at the register apologized to me for them not wearing a mask. I told her it was okay, and not her fault that couple was stupid. I felt sorry for her because she has to sit there with a polite attitude while nitwits move through her workspace possibly exposing her to the virus, thereby possibly exposing her family to the virus, all because of mental laziness and antisocial tendencies that have probably been present since birth.

I don’t like slackers. I don’t like hard headed, under educated, socially inept people. I never will.

At least it wasn’t boring.

Happy thought inventory. I just returned from the car wash. The Exploder is now squeaky clean, inside and out. No slackers here.

Supply status. Trudy is heading to the grocery today. Need supplies for the house and the cabin. She’s taking her mother to Red Feathers tomorrow and they are going to need stuff for the week they intend to spend in the mountains hunkering down with the critters.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition.

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.