Sunday is Fun day in the wonderful land of Covid 19. Especially when you work in retail. Though I must admit yesterday was a real corker. Instead of being drizzly, the weather grew warm and sunny, and the line at our front entrance stretched. Customers didn't mind, however, because the weather was nice. To be honest, I don't think many of them were believing the radiant sunshine gracing their skin was killing the coronavirus.
Our blue competitor, located barely 1/2 mile away, chose to eliminate restrictions on the number of customers allowed in the store. As a result, they ended up with a zoo of confusion. I know this because we had customers complaining of how their aisles were so crowded you could barely walk. Limiting your shoppers turns out to be a blessing for crowd control. Believe me, 100 people in our store is still a lot, but you're not packed in like sardines.
Speaking of sardines, I've been spending some time learning about smoked salmon, not Nova, mind you, that comes from Newfoundland. I'm talking about the smoked salmon which comes from Scotland. There's hot smoked, and cold smoked, wild caught or farmed from a loch, and all very interesting and rather mysterious in a way.
And, just in case you thought you missed the Idiot Jerk's daily coronavirus briefing yesterday, don't worry, you didn't. There was none. I understand there is the distinct possibility that again, today, a briefing may not be in the offing. Can anyone truly imagine the nightmare that is roiling through the administration after the disinfectant shit show? As I've said before, there are presidential moments which guarantee our Commander in Chief will be re-elected. By the same token, there are similar moments which telegraph a failed bid for re-election. These are moments of infamy which will live forever in the annals of time. George H. Bush had his moment at a banquet table while attending a State Dinner in Japan. Remember how he leaned forward and puked up something repulsive onto his dinner plate before almost passing out? Everybody in the world watched him puking over and over again. That moment sealed his fate. The Idiot Jerk had his Moment of Infamy when he asked if doctors were working on a way to inject poisonous disinfectant into the blood stream to kill the coronavirus. Standing there, ready for his close-up (Mr. DeMille), he proved without a doubt how unfit he was to be president. Everybody in the world watched him, over and over and over again. And then they looked at each other and said "what a fucking asshole."