Yes, Be, its not enough that one must endure the licentious looks from the huddles of widows and de-vors-ays plotting their next conquest. Supermarkets, indeed. To make it worse they insist on bringing their snot nose progeny - the ultimate disease vectors. Thus, I treat my enforced supermarket visitations like an incursion into enemy territory. A miniature bottle of hand sanitizer, a can of Glen 20, a walking stick as a false indication of age and armament both and my lucky Arabic scarf to filter the impure atmosphere exuded by the masses. I also find that mumbling to ones-self like a loon clears the isles of miscreants. The sight of mothers gathering up their germafied children and fleeing en-masse as I approach the fresh food section is a heart warming experience .
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