This morning I dropped my kiddo off at school. There is clearly a sign stating one should not turn left between 8 and 9 a.m. Six cars in front of me were attempting to turn left at 8:30 a.m.
Later, I was entering New Seasons, wearing a face mask, when a man next to me remarked with disdain, “I can’t believe people are still wearing masks.” I let him know, not that it was any of his business, that I am a cancer patient in chemo. He said, “Oh that’s different,” and he apologized, half-heartedly. It’s “different” from what, exactly? Not wanting to catch COVID, or the flu? It’s no different.
Then this evening, a woman came to our front yard to look through remnants of a very old fence we had demolished (our contractor posted about the lumber). I noticed she wasn’t wearing work gloves so I ran out to warn her the wood was full of rusty nails. She said, “Oh I don’t believe in those.” I said, “I would hate for you to get tetanus.” She did not even say “thank you” for the lumber.
Am I living in an alternate universe where basic safety, common sense and respect for others means nothing?
