I’m sitting in a rickety tricycle sidecar, waiting for an officemate, looking out at the growing number of supermarket customers lining up for the store to open for the day. First time I broke home quarantine since March 16. But it’s for a valid reason. I’m picking up my office desktop computer along with a couple of monitors at this spot, to be delivered by a colleague who took the initiative to handle the chore.
(Our team were issued laptops long before the virus outbreak but I was complaining about how excruciatingly slow it is handling the most mundane of tasks. The boss gave the go-signal for our request to have the faster office computers released for home use.)
I was out of there in no time. My co-worker was in no mood for pleasantries. After I picked up all issued-to-me office equipment from his car, he left in a huff. Understandable, considering the neighborhood I am in is surrounded by a considerable number of COVID-19 positive cases. (I also don’t want to hang around the area what with all those people outside.)
As for the line for the supermarket? Hardly moved at all since I got there.