I manage a produce department at a grocery store and was always front and center with the hordes of people coming in. At the start of the pandemic my wife and newborn were stuck at home, so even if I wasn't worried about myself, there was always this background anxiety that I was going to bring it home and potentially cause the death of my wife or daughter. Any illness we did get was especially weird or aggressive, and always thought "Ah, shit, this is it.", but somehow never was. To this day we've somehow never tested positive for COVID, though I know statistically we've probably had it.

Those early days were bizarre, though. I remember ominously gathering in the stockroom at work shortly before things started getting weird. The owner explained what was going on, how it would change things and what we would be doing differently going forward. He predicted all of the shortages, especially toilet paper. Funny enough, we always had a huge supply of that shit downstairs, but idiots would buy it up so fast it always looked like there was a shortage. You can only fit like 3-6 packages in a large shelf space at any given time. People would show up before the stock guy could get more out and wind up depleting all of the napkins and paper towels instead. Bet their assholes felt great.

The best were people who bought up a bunch of Lysol, thinking that shit was like a convenient and instant disinfectant. Yeah, if you want to spray down every inch of your home and leave it sit for thirty minutes..

Strange days.. Though I suppose at the heart of it, stupid or not, everyone was just worried about their families.