I went to the grocery store yesterday morning, and aside from being limited to buying only one package of toilet paper, one package of paper towels, and so on, it was very non-apocalyptic. Hardly any shortages of any actual food (no dried black beans, to John’s continual disappointment, no vanilla extract, not much flour, and ZERO pancake mix) but plenty of eggs and other stuff. The aisles are all designated one-way, to avoid people have to pass each other too closely, and everyone (myself included) was wearing at least a mask, sometimes gloves, too. Masks make it a little melodramatic, like we’re in a Western. Mine was a red bandana, another guy’s was a black bandana, and one woman was wearing a winter scarf around her face. The actual medical-looking masks ruin the showdown vibe. Another woman was wearing what might have been a motorcycle mask – she took us a little Mad Max.
I sanitized my hands before I touched the car, sanitized them again after putting the groceries in the car, washed my hands when I got home, after I unloaded the groceries (which I wiped down), and after I put them away. The sweatshirt (I wore it as a coat) and my mask went straight into the laundry. I’m as confident as I can be that I didn’t bring any nasty viruses into the house, and I bought enough that I shouldn’t have to make another major trip for a couple-three weeks. Just milk, bread, maybe eggs.
My no-sew bandana mask worked great, though. I could breathe, it didn’t slip, and I didn’t have to sew anything. Two sanitized thumbs up.