... 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 :(
Sounded less like the husband is a mask jockey and more like he was just falling into the temptation to go into ‘compliance mode’ in exchange for an anniversary bowl of porridge.
If not, here’s all the mask info you need:
https://patriots.win/p/HEgcXddD/forcing-me-to-wear-political-sym/c/
He wanted porridge, and thought I would comply because of the day, I didn’t, and as a woman made it worse, got all my emotions and slapped him with some logic, we both lost, the restaurant lost
If the restaurant didn’t get your money then you won.
Good point