I put on a mask the second week in March and haven’t left my house since without wearing one. When I pass a mask-less neighbor my blood boils a little bit, but I’ve yet had the courage to say anything, despite clever words of lecturing righteousness that bounce around inside my head.

So there I was the other day in a liquor store when my mask slipped off my nose. I wasn’t really paying attention. “Sir, would you please lift your mask up,” the clerk asked, loudly, so everyone could hear. I did so right away. I felt a little embarrassed but…

My blood boiled a little bit. Maybe it was something about his tone and volume. Sir? Really? How dare he. Did he have to be so snippy?

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