New Hampshire has a snow emergency in effect or something like that. Heavy snow. Large flakes and lots of them. Heavy, wet, wind later, power outages likely. People were out early getting things done and gassing up vehicles, filling fuel “cans.” Me Too, and what I saw at the gas station made me want to laugh out loud.
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With up to 12 inches of white stuff possible in many parts of the state, cars need gas and so do generators. I had a full 5 gallons, but I was out running errands (Dump, bank, etc.), and having another 5 on hand is a good idea.
When I pulled up to the pump, I became the 6th patron getting gas. The corrugated metal strip in the handle that grabs the Hold-Open clip that allows you to leave it to pump gas without you was missing.
I had to stand there and hold the thing. Being a curious fellow and an observer of people and behavior, I looked around to see what there was to see.
When I began fueling my vehicle, five of us were outside, at least 6 feet apart or separated by equipment (the gas pumps themselves). All but one (aside from me) was wearing a mask. The maskless customer was secure in her vehicle – her little clip-thingy was clearly in place and doing its job.
I got some interesting looks, which I returned with a cheery smile (all the way to my eyes). F***k you sheep, I am not only not afraid, but I am also happy about it. Slaves to clinical fascism. Big Smile, Big Smile!
The woman waiting in her car got out, quickly completed her fueling, and before getting back in her car, sprayed both hands with (presumably) some sanitizing spray from the map pocket of her door and proceeded to scrub her hands with practiced obsession.
The masked man (sounds suspicious when you say it that way) on the opposite side of my pump finished his business, got in his car, and could be seen repeating the hand scrubbing ritual.
None of these folks looked old or frail, by the way. Nothing to suggest they were over 60 or at high risk. But maybe they were, and good for them if that’s the case, but what are the odds that I encounter five middle-aged-comorbid residents at the same time and place? Slimmer than the odds that a mask can stop a virus.
Remember, outdoors, distanced, and still masking and scrubbing and living in fear.
Not me.
Not going there.
I rather the damn thing killed me than give up my freedoms like that. Maybe it will, but I doubt it. I probably already have antibodies, as do many of them despite following all this silly stage direction from the elites (the wolves). And antibodies are good, but only if they drop the masks, which means all of them.
Does anyone have odds on that? I bet they are lousy.
