Picture it … China Grove TX, May 7, 2020 noontime. I’m taking my walk doing my Rose from Titanic impression, arms outstretched walk as the wind blows back my hair as my heart will go on … I round the driveway curve and see a white van.
Dammit! A delivery and me without my mask. Who the eff keeps ordering things?!!??! Not me!! Sacribleu!! I sort of walk jog run in the opposite direction all Minny in the Help, running from Johnny, Celia’s husband. Worried because I taught her how to fry up a chicken and he can’t know that.
I swear I would have thrown groceries at the man, if I had them. Panic sets in as I mentally measure six feet apart muthafucker. Want some fire scarecrow? lol
But seriously dude where’s your mask?
He rolls down the window. I stop to listen as he yells from quite a distance …
“FedEx for pick up”.
Me: “they came by yesterday”.
Me: “I hope so. For books right?
Him: “They told me to check”
Me: “Check what? Can’t you tell on your device? The other guy scanned them”
WTF. He drives away but stops at the spot in the road where I was when I first saw him. Not leaving. Dogs going nuts. I guess he was double checking but I just wanted him to go. Those damn books, the late fees are more than the original cost.
Inquiring minds wanna know, do I need 14 more days of quarantine?