From Maggie’s Farm
“(A)at one road intersection I pulled to a stop behind a
distinguished professor-looking guy who scolded me ‘Too close, too close.’
I said ‘Sorry, I did not expect you to stop.’ He raised his voice: ‘It's not a
fucking joke.’
“By then, Mrs. BD was on the other side of the crossing with
that guy's wife, who put her arm over her face and yelled at her ‘Corona,
Corona!’ Yelled like a crazy lady.
“Mind you, Mrs. BD and I are fairly polite and refined people,
but Mrs. BD had had it and responded to the lady ‘Finally, I have met a real
Karen.’ We went off ahead of them to their relief.
“She may not have known what a ‘Karen’ is.
“By the way, neither of that couple had a mask on.”
(Comment: I do not wear a
mask unless one is required for the place where I am going. So far, the count
is “No” at the car dealership, dentist’s office, barber shop and restaurant.
One “Yes,” at LA Nails. I certainly would not chastise someone else for not
wearing a mask. Somewhat hypocritical.) Yes, I got a pedicure. If you had seen my toe nails ... I am 74.5 years old and no longer can properly reach my toes with a clipper. At another nail place, the manicurist or nail tech broke one of her big clippers on one of my toe nails. Thick nails is a side effect of an anti-seizure medication. I will take big nails over seizures.
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