Tough Choices
Both friends took me to task for lumping restrooms in with places women or men should not have to share with non-GRS transgender women or men. They’re right; I shouldn’t have.
Your Buffet Tray Is in the Mail
There’s no way I’d eat at a buffet or salad and soup bar now, commercial or homegrown. And I seriously doubt I’ll ever be able to bring myself to do so again even if there’s a vaccine (especially with the number of people who swear they won’t take it), which basically means never again.
Wednesday Bag o’ Days
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
A Public Pot to Pee In
Anxiety over being able to find restrooms … and reluctance to use one if we do find one open during the pandemic … is probably keeping as many of us home as fear of contracting the coronavirus.
You Gonna Eat All That?
Hunker down and peace out, dear friends. Look at it this way … by staying and working from home, we’re helping protect our more vulnerable neighbors.
They Ask, I Answer
A couple of other examples from my own experience: I was born in southeast Missouri, where horses are harses, and lived for a year in northeast Montana, where the towns of Havre and Chateau are Haver and Shotto.
Sunday Bag o’ Minimums
Isn’t it about time we impose visibility and braking action limits on drivers? Or at a minimum, on drivers of large commercial vehicles?
Paranoia Strikes Deep
If that’s their plan, I wish them luck. Have they even heard of email and social media?