Yesterday started off pretty good.
Julie and I went to Costco in New Jersey.
Don’t worry we were gloved and masked.
We got a little lost on the way thanks to my sister calling us thereby making us miss 9 exits.
But I digress. Julie and I are always happy to spend time together. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing.
Anyway the day went swimmingly. We laughed and talked and bought everything we needed .
I hope my family won’t read this because since I live alone and everything you buy there comes in either vats or cases they can expect bottles of Clorox or cans of pinto beans for their next few birthdays.
Anyway I get home feeling pretty good and if I do say so myself looking fine with my knee length hair up in a bun and the smile on my face that only comes with having enough batteries to light up the Brooklyn Bridge.
I get in the elevator and a man gets in with me. I permit it because he’s wearing a mask as am I.
The door closes and he says to me “I’m assuming you’ll be one of the first people to get the vaccine. Will you take it?”
He might as well have said “Would you mind pushing your wrinkles aside so I can get to the button for my floor?”
I didn’t want to show any reaction.
Since I am quite a good actress I’m quite sure he bought my explanation for my sobs that they were for the fact that Costco was out of tube socks.
Maybe this Zen picture of Debby half asleep will cheer me up.