Monsters Fill the Void

My wife walks in the door, fresh off lunch shift. She looks tired. The first day back to work in months, she now serves wearing a face mask and latex gloves. “I must have gone through 50 pair of gloves!” The tips are average, she says. We assumed people would be generous considering the times and the risk on the part of restaurant workers. Maybe the people who dared to dine today aren’t the smartest or the most conscientious. One woman was disturbed to discover a lipstick smudge on her water glass. Martha shrugs. “All those things are run through the dishwasher and sanitized.” I see myself cooking at home for the foreseeable future. I don’t miss normalcy. Who misses working 40 hours a week […]

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