It’s a Hard Knock Life
28th April 2021
Severian is delightfully dyspeptic today.
At the gym today, I saw a Karen exercising alone, masked up of course, making sure to maintain six feet social distance from everyone. I confirmed the latter experimentally — I saw her heading towards the water fountain, so I set course to intercept. Her ostentatious vaudeville veer away from me would’ve done Buster Keaton proud. Naturally, being the asshole I am, I gave her a cheery “good morning!,” but that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is: This little episode shows why I’m an idiot.
Like lots of folks watching the Great Kung Flu Freakout unfold, I figured it would be over in a month or two, three tops. My reasoning was simple: Once Karen realized she was stuck inside with the kids, and couldn’t spend her days out self-actualizing at the shopping mall and the nail salon, she’d demand Fauci’s head on a pike, and that would be that.