Every day a new adventure of living in quarantine. As if we all heard a starter's pistol and before the Governor actually finished speaking, golf course owners claimed eager duffers were lined up outside, landscapers were rattling down the street loaded with equipment and gaily spreading weed and feed and we were making plans to hit the Lakehouse. One of those "don't let the screen door hit you on the way out" kind of moments. We felt like a bunch of kids unexpectedly released from a justifiable "time-out".
Having to hit the bank before our "release for good behavior" because, really what do you need money for if you can't go anywhere, we decided to go to breakfast first. Ok, I'm not an expert on all this "touchless" food prep and delivery. I'm assuming some robotic kitchen chef chopping at super human speed and delivering a healthy dose of metal crumbs as it inhumanly chops its "fingers" of course feeling no pain. All the while screeching at any other kitchen staff in true Gordon Ramsay manner. Then through some magic one picks up one's order through technology and a cell phone. Yep, beyond me. Screw it, lets go after Egg Mc Muffins which as far as I know are still being delivered by human hands hopefully washed and appropriately sanitized.
Ah yes, sanitizer. Goes with us everywhere and I have never washed my hands so much in my life-my knuckles are bleeding. Makes you wonder how you survived all those years of dirt, grime, bugs, fecal material on ALL of us. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger as they say. However, game changer-thanks to our buddy covid19 IT WILL!! I know I will be examining waiters' nails in the foreseeable future before ordering, maybe the rest of my life.
Second issue. Where does one eat? Well as the weather has modified, we picked up our order (sanitizing before and after handling filthy money) and parked in the drive-thru of the bank which now constituted our mobile picnic setting. Though the scenery wasn't great, neither is McD's food so win-win.
"Eating out took on another dimension this afternoon. Heading back home from the lake house we thought to snort boldly in the face of healthy eating and hit another fast food mobile restaurant. Waited in line for 5 minutes at first "quick" stop, left. Another huge line at second choice; 3rd choice another massive wait; 4th choice (are you getting the drift?) had only 2 cars ahead. All this at 2:00 in the afternoon? Does everyone get up at 11 these days thus throwing the whole noon lunch thingee off-kilter? That has always been the luxury of the retired - early bird specials, brunch, etc. Oh wait, I guess we're all technically "retired" at this point.
Ok, finally made it to the squawk box heralding some cartoon character that represents a horrible choice in food. "Before you start," says the disembodied voice that we are to assume comes from the character holding court, "there are no whoppers, or chicken nuggets". Chicken sandwich? "No chicken, and no soft drinks." Which makes you wonder what the rest of the burgers are made of if they are out of "whopper" materials. That was it. This was not to be as we carefully edged our way out of line and continued our travels. How can a fast food place not have the basics of their menu at, now 2:30 in the afternoon? Age of pandemic.
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