There aren’t many places around here I loath more than Wal-Mart. If you read my post Prime Mom, you understand my hatred. I had to brave the Earthly Hell with fluorescent lighting to get Stella a new car seat. It went as well as could be expected.
We were standing in an aisle as Stella picked out her new bubble bath when I saw her. I watched as a woman came around the corner wearing the dreaded flu mask, and looking like she’d been hit by a dump truck. The closer she came, the more I started to hold my breath. Anxiety takes up enough of my time, I don’t have any left over for the flu.
I was trying to hurry Stella along as she was meticulously checking and comparing every single bubble bath in her arm reach. Then I saw it.
This woman pulls down her mask, coughs several times into her hands, and then starts touching items on the shelves.
I know I had to have been angrily looking at her for a few seconds before my mind could even grasp what I witnessed. She looked at me and said “What? I don’t want to cough in that mask. That’s gross” I can’t be held responsible for what happened next.
Being a mother, a respiratory therapist, and someone who doesn’t want the flu, I released the hounds. This crazy lady got a rage filled education on the number of flu related deaths, how it spreads, and why she’s part of the problem. As I was walking away to find Lysol to spray on everything that nut had touched, I heard an applause from the aisle over.
It’s truly not that difficult to be considerate of others. If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here lathering myself in Purell.