... 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 :(
As a fellow NYer, I feel your pain. I have personally never worn a mask outside of when I am mandated to at work by my employer. It has led to a number of nasty looks and some pretty unpleasant interactions, but I'm not wearing that fucking mask. Your husband is his own person, but should respect your decision about masks. The time for theater is over.