I drop off the truck at U-Haul after an exhausting day, only to realize that I left home without a mask.
It’s early Tuesday evening in Brooklyn, so the streets aren’t too too filled, but I find myself checking a full block ahead to see if anyone is approaching, walking out into the street to give folks plenty of space, and just generally feeling deeply uncomfortable.
I don’t know how people do it, walking around with their whole face hanging out like its normal. When I finally got home I was so relieved.
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