So we’re all supposed to wear masks now. The issue is the Karens, and one place they’re thick on the ground is Trader Joe’s. My last time there, I was hectored by a gaggle of them for wanting to kill myself and everyone else. I don’t think they would have been amenable to a statistical argument, so I just smiled sweetly and asked to see their tits. This week, following orders like an obedient little slave, I fashioned a home-made mask following the instructions given on many government websites.

The fact that I fashioned it out of rubber bands, staples, and a sanitary napkin also did not endear me to the Karens. Ah well, there’s no pleasing some people.