It kills me when people complain. I’ve been out here since March with upper respiratory infection galore, bronchitis, and asthma, and can’t breathe for shit. I would like I’m trying to breathe in everyone’s oxygen at the grocery store - but I’m still wearing my mask. From the minute I leave my car to the minute I put my cart back, my mask is on. I wish we could put body guards at every door to keep male and female Karen’s from entering if they aren’t going to wear a mask. Like, if I’m fine, you’ll be fine. And if you can’t, then I guess you don’t get groceries.