At the restaurant where I’m waiting, a mask-less father of two yells at the hostess carrying my delivery order to me that his mild wings are too hot, making a huge scene in the “socially distant” restaurant with people piled on top of each other. Little does he know, he is literally delaying America’s new economy by 30 seconds.
I’m not narcissistic enough to claim that my employment with food delivery apps like Doordash and Grubhub is the backbone of our economy, but it sure allows for a detailed perspective on the slightly reopened world that we continue to struggle to understand.
People in Virginia can now eat at their favorite restaurants again, and that’s great, until people realize they are clinging on to what is left of the past during the temporary present.
You can eat inside again, but long gone are the crowded bars and comforting craziness of a mob of happy people. It’s human nature, and seeing many restaurants struggle to contain people from coughing all over each other; is there really anyone to blame?
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