In case you’ve been living under a rock, the corona virus pandemic has pretty much freaked everybody out. As a result, the supermarkets were left with great swaths of barren shelves, many businesses and public functions have been shut down, and as the Dow drops off a cliff, toilet paper has replaced the dollar as the new national currency.
Some stores instituted senior shopping hours in the morning so that older/at-risk shoppers can get in and out with a lower risk of exposure to the virus. Let’s be honest though― The only people who ever shop at those hours are the old folks. The rest of us have school or work… or at least we used to.
In some ways I’m treading on thin ice with this one. Older Americans are touchier than usual right now. Who can blame them. God sent another plague, and the Angel of Death has clearly shown a preference. Come to think of it, I’m getting longer in the tooth myself. And while I don’t want to catch pneumonia and die, I’ve had a pretty good run, and wouldn’t feel like I’ve been cheated in the event of my untimely demise.