On Monday, I was lucky enough to get to work from home (because snowstorm). Missy, who does a medical-type-job in a medical-type-place (a hospital) wasn't so lucky. She's what's known as essential personnel. (This is not a surprise, she's always been essential to me.)
Anyhow, my car was the only one dug out, and I decided I'd "take her to school". Getting out of the development wasn't so bad, but driving around the neighborhood, dropping her off, getting gas, and trying to find breakfast was just weird. There were mountains of snow everywhere.
I tried to go to our local grocery store but it had a line of shopping carts blocking the entrance, a giant, weird sort of NOPE THANKS FOR COMING GO HOME sign. I eventually wound up at a Wawa convenience store for gas and breakfast supplies.
On my way in, there was this guy by the door, and we just struck up a nice conversation. He said, "hey, be careful out there." and I wished him the same.
I thanked the checkout clerk profusely, who was this very nice lady who looked like she was someone's Nana. She told me, "You stay safe, honey."
I made sure to.