Ran to the grocery store with DH tonight, because I needed a few things for his lunches, and mmm, ice cream. The guy in front of us at the checkout had a red bandanna tied around his neck. It wasn't covering his nose or his mouth. If I hadn't been with DH, who is more of a pacificist wiser than me, I definitely would have said something. As it was, I settled for apologizing to the cashier. You know, the guy who wears two masks and always works the checkstand closest to the entrance so his colleagues don't have to be as cold/hot, the guy who has a blown-out knee and needs crutches to get around but continues to work anyway, and who always has a kind word for everyone. Yeah, that guy. And the asshat with the bandanna was totally fucking clueless. I'm not even sure he had opposable thumbs. I was definitely sick of that guy today.