Very early good morning Corona survivors!
Yesterday I tried something new while I was out shopping for essentials, something I’m usally much too grumpy for. I told the cashier and the bagger “Thank you for working!”
I guess that’s something we – or at least I – tend to forget. All the people still working in supermarkets and convenience stores, yes, they should be lucky for still having a job, but they are also the people helping our society staying afloat without too many inconveniences. They keep us, quite literally save from starvation. Because we spoiled urbanites, what will we eat after we killed our cats and dogs?
That’s where the supermarkets and groceries come into play.
The cashiers are just the visible part of a long supply chain from farms and abbatoirs, via warehouses and fleets of lorries, to the point of sale, the point of contact. Contact with a maybe already infected public. If I had a penchant for the dramatique I could say those girls are risking their own lifes just so Orca and hubby can have their kibbles tonight.
That’s why I thought a Thank You is in order. And I can’t say, since reading faces behind our masks is not so easy, but I guess their voices sounded friendlier than usual when they wished me a nice weekend.
And a heartfelt Thank You to all readers of Thar She Blows! from me, Lucy, Bianca and other contributors, for still reading this silly little pamphlet during such troubled times.
Stay safe, stay sane, wash your hands and eat your veggies (brought to you by noble and valueable martyrs)