At Fairway on East 86th Street in NYC on Saturday:
This grocery store has two levels, street level and below street level. Everything I wanted was on the lower level, accessible by a staircase or by an elevator.
No problem. I walked downstairs, got everything I needed and was heading upstairs to pay. I walked past the elevators. One was right there, empty and open. I got in. Why not?
A woman gets in, right behind me. She was (a) not wearing a mask and (b) has a dog with her (which is not permitted in NYC stores, except for service dogs, but the rule is almost never enforced).
I don’t say anything, but I get off the elevator.
She is not happy. She says “why won’t you ride on the elevator with me?” I say, quietly and politely, “no mask, and a dog, I’m not comfortable, no problem, I’ll walk.”
She goes batshit crazy, shouting all kinds of stuff at me. Whatever, the doors close, I walk up the stairs.
Unfortunately, I encounter her again on the line for checkout. She’s ranting and raving, and actually complaining to the manager.
Things she said:
Limousine liberal with his long hair
He hates animals*
Hypocrite
Go vote for Biden!
Etc.
She was a fit, healthy-looking woman, expensively turned out, expensive hair, a bit younger than me, maybe 50 or 55. Absolutely not someone you’d peg as a loon, or Covidiot, by looking at her.
Absolute psycho.
* I don’t. But admittedly I don’t love dogs in grocery stores. Once bitten, twice shy, and I don’t get into small enclosed spaces with dogs I don’t know, or whose owners I don’t know. Just my thing. And I consider that to be absolutely reasonable.