Gina and I have seen the extremes over these endless months; people are either really kind or bold and thoughtless.
Two things happened to me on the day Kamala Harris was announced as Joe Biden's running mate in the 2020 presidential election.
One was a car darting in and out of traffic on the way to work, getting in a small space between us and the vehicle in front for a few scary seconds. This dude was having a great time, with racing stripe and number as part of his decorative paint job. For only about the second or third time in my life, I viewed an aggressive, dangerous driver get what was coming, as we saw him up the road, pulled over and receiving a traffic ticket. Did that feel good! 'Mo get you, sir!
Later, though, I was in the sunshine doing my library work--our building is not open, but patrons use curbside service for what they've requested from our catalog, and can return books, movies, etc. in an outside bin. I was collecting those materials.
So this 35-45 year old woman pulls up towards the bin and has an attitude--not wearing a mask, for one thing. She was mocking the safety methods most of us are insisting on as Covid 19 rages, saying, "do I put the book in this bin, or do I dip it in holy water first?"
"That's not funny," I replied, noticing that her car had a sticker on the side endorsing a Republican running for a commissioner's seat. Yep, it was someone who won't don a mask because our president-in-negligence rarely wears one.
Then the woman made a crack about people getting "overexcited" about the danger of the coronavirus, and I lost my cool: "That would be my wife! Who is trying to keep this 65 year old diabetic safe!" I'd had enough of idiocy for the day...and then I read more about the QuackAnon movement.