Went to Bunnings today, Naturally I was wearing my half mask and eyepro. Finally getting hard stares from women passing me in the aisles, even though none of them are unescorted by men, or occasionaly pink haired lezzo hambeasts, Such is the nature of the place.
The carpark is fairly seething with raised utes, accessorized for camping or late model suv's with towballs that would punch into the cabin of your car, at chest height, like the ram on a greek trireme, were their boomers captains to mindlessly back into you while you were stalled in manoevres for the exit.
Bunnings truly is a cursed place, but at least with the corona I get to cover my face and the sausage sellers are gone.
Good Night, White.