I am dog tired here. That little bit of shopping, despite being out very early finished me off. Why? Because too many people, no one social distancing, not even in queues. People reaching over me and my scooter to get something off the shelf at same time as I am reaching a couple of shelves below, not waiting while I pick up my item. And this is extremely rude anyway. And having to wait outside the shop, and then again in queues for the till. All shops had very long queues for the till.
I have discovered a new strategy...if you are directly behind me in a queue for the till (and there are designated 2 metre spaces with lines, and as long as you don't have a white stick), and you are breathing down my neck inside my 2 metre space, then my scooter goes in reverse...it does beep a warning sign...
My sciatica is playing me up badly with having to stay on my scooter so long this morning in the queues. Oh, and I am in my two metre space in one queue (it was all neatly marked with black lines), and the person in front of me is in their two metre space, and the guy behind me walks past me looking at me (presumably daring me to say something) and stands in between me and the person in front of me inside my 2 metre space. I was incandescent with rage. I didn't dare speak, I would have exploded the shop roof off. (I was tired, my sciatica was really hurting by now.) I inched forward, towards his heels with my scooter...when he moved forward he caught his heels on the front of my scooter. But I was stationary and had the key out of my scooter for when he moved and I was still in my 2 metre space....
Popeye wants me to sleep. So here is a quickie digital painting of him.
I hope I wake up before the light fails...I want to do a bit on the Christmas grotto.
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