But nope.
No hassle.
A third of the people in the store were joyously mask-free (if you knew where I lived, you would appreciate that this % is, sadly, good 👍), smiling knowingly at each other, because a) we could, and b) we weren’t miserable bitches like the cuckmasked NPCs.
It was great. I shopped like a free man, and bought way too much food, just in case, you know, August starts to get extra 🔥.
This horror show will all end when we say it ends. This felt like a small victory to me.
Oh, and they had tons of samples. Stay strong, Costco.
My condolences.
I love salad bars.
Well, I love all bars, to be sure, but salad bars very much.
One day, my fren, this country will have its salad bars back, and better than ever. The best days are yet to come!