... over masks... we had a great day, took our son for a hike, tried to go out to dinner... Monday’s are a bust for restaurants, and two of our favorites are closed on those days.
But we tried an alternate, things were ok, I had my fake mask on, I entered the empty restaurant, approached the host and asked for a table, she happily grabbed menus (physical) rare here... when a grizzly man asked if I would raise my mask above my nose, I said I would not, I did not mention my unmasked child, but asked why?
Blah blah blah, I can be fined, faggot tears, I AM WEARING THE FUCKING MUZZLE, get real, so I told him I would take my money elsewhere... he said go do so.... then my bitch husband cried that I can’t be normal and I ruin everything, it was for 15 seconds, stop being obsessed, then I told him he would look the other way while I got raped for 15 seconds, I’m still the bad guy somehow and ruined it all, I wanna cry so bad right now, but I’m the only one left with guts.... it hurts :(
I am so on the fence with masks.
On one hand, it should be MY choice to wear one.
On the other hand, it's not that big of deal to put one on.
Just wear it properly, a bag, put a bag over your face ... this is what they want, face covering, sign says face covering, they want you to cover your face, don’t be a person, but also give me money, nope, NEXT!
That's a bit hyperbolic, but okay.
Very and Intended, is hyperbole dead?, I’ve been trying to use it like sarcasm, feels fitting in the year, no?