Distance

On Sunday, Dear Old Dad drove me out to the medical marijuana dispensary in Ocean City. We were early, so I ran into the grocery store to pick up a few things. I need flour and it seems there is none to be found anywhere on the Eastern Shore.

As I was going through the produce department (I was wearing a mask) and the young lady tending the shelves started apologizing right away because they were out of oranges.

I assured her that I did not need oranges and thanked her for the work she was doing.

It must have been something she needed to hear because she started to sob. “People come in and they get so angry and there is nothing I can do! I can only stock what they ship me.”

She said more, but she was wearing a mask and I don’t have hearing aids anymore. I got enough of her story to understand and sympathize. I held my arms open.

She looked confused.

“I’m giving you a hug. I figure this is the best we can do with social distancing.”

She stepped forward saying, “Oh, you are giving me that hug.”

I am not ashamed to admit that Covid-19 scares the hell out of me. That did not stop me from hugging her close and telling her it was going to be okay.

I just thought with the isolation, protests, hoarding, profiteering, misinformation, sickness, and death going around it might be nice to read that people are still capable of being kind to each other.