Yesterday we had a few things to do. First was meeting a friend at the local Social Security office to offer moral support as she applied to be representative payee for her sister, whose Alzheimer's has rapidly advanced. Having been in the office previously, I knew I'd need to wear a mask. The guard/traffic cop went past us with his hand over his face as if we (my partner also wore a mask) were contagious. I didn't see him do this, but my partner called him on it. Speaking clearly and loud enough for everyone to hear, she told him, "This is for our protection, not yours."
After that bit of fun we still had to shop at Walmart, which carries a few things our regular grocery doesn't. Since I had been coughing at SSA, even with the mask, I put it on again for the expedition through the store. We split up briefly, and she got the better end of the deal. I got skunked, through the mask, by two men wearing way too much cologne or aftershave. I hacked my way through the aisle and back to her.
She was talking with a small boy, five or six years old, who politely asked her what the mask was. She explained why she was wearing it, and when I returned, still coughing, pointed to me as exhibit a. After we left him, my partner told me that his adult companion told her she has the same problem with fragrances and the same frustration: "People just don't care" that their behavior is harming others.
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