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.