Shopping for groceries yesterday was an experience. The Walmart near where I live felt more like inspection in a prison yard. Everyone starts by lining up along the outer wall, around the corner, and down the wall toward the back of the rear parking lot. Two feet apart every step of the way. Patrolled by guards with walkie talkies. People go in when others go out, and never more than a dozen in the store at a time. Any given cash can only have one person at it, and the self-serve banks (15 of them,) can only have four people, spaced maximum distance from each other. If you aren't using plastic bags, you put everything back in the cart and leave the store before you bag anything. Arrows on the floors, directing flow, and more people with walkie talkies monitoring activity at all times.
If anything, the aura of fear and judgement is worse than I thought before I went on that trip.
If anything, the aura of fear and judgement is worse than I thought before I went on that trip.