Coronavirus hostility.

The other week, I was going in to work on the subway, and it was like the day of the crazies, one of whom was this (fat) (late middle-aged) (black) woman in a surgical mask and with a bag who sat down up the car and then tried talking to some stranger across from her on the car, but when they couldn't understand her, she pulled down her mask and leaned in and began talking to him, something about the precautions that everyone's been taking.

And, a few stops later, this (very large) (late middle-aged) (black) man in a surgical mask huffs in, and he turns and sits down directly opposite from me, probably because it was the closest seat near to him and he was fat, rather than maintain social distancing and sit in a row of empty seats further down the car.

So, after a few seconds where I evaluated the situation, I picked up my backpack and went down the car to the empty places, and the guy noticed.

But then, the (fat) lady leaned in and pulled down her facemask and began talking to him, and he leaned in towards her in turn and pulled down his facemask and began talking to her in turn, too, so they were like four feet from each other facing a stranger and just talking, with both their masks pulled down.

And I think they were talking about coronavirus precautions.

Anyhow, I read my book and didn't pay any more attention for a number of stops, and then I noticed that the (fat) guy is standing near the door to get off the car as we're gliding into a station, and he says something about how certain people are just more likely to get it, and the way he's talking, it's so he can make me hear, and he's pointing out my attitude.

I assume that my moving put him on the spot, and he had to act out towards me because he had to resent me rather than question himself?

All in all, it was very weird.

It was totally the day of the crazies.

Coronavirus inappropriateness.

The other week at the resthome, my one (older) (Tibetan) coworker was sitting down at the very end of shift with my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor.

"Good night," I was like, and then I was like, "And don't catch coronavirus."

"You are coronavirus," says my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor.

"Why do you say that?", I was like.

"Because you look like coronavirus," she says.

Earlier that shift, she was telling me that she'll have to show me her pictures from her recent trip back home to India, she said she was at a "hill station."

Coronavirus weirdness.

On the Sunday night of the weekend that coronavirus began to look bad, I took the subway back from my one client with disabilities's house like I always do, and the subway ride was simply unbelievable, the worst I ever took.

It took like twenty minutes for a train, and then one came in and it was like only four cars long and packed, and there was a bunch of really (insane) (homeless) people on it, where one was even laying down with his head turned to his side and had vomited out into the aisle, and I got on on like the third stop of the line.

And, all the cars were like that, I tried each of them, and the conductor saw me getting in and out of cars and as he was leaning out of his train window at the next stop he was like, "What's the matter?", and I told him how awful and how unhygienic it was, and he was like, "You can come up here by me," and so I hopped onto that car, but then a (thin) (black) woman ran up towards him and started saying something, and I thought, Oh god, the whole ride is going to be like this, so I remembered some advice from long ago from the one lesbian sister of my one client with disabilities and I just got the f*ck off the train and waited for the next one.

The next one was okay, it took like twenty minutes again to arrive and it was like only five cars long but it wasn't quite as packed, and the first car was fullish, but then someone started smoking, so I hopped on to the next one, where there were 3 (black) (juvenile) (delinquents?) sprawled out across the seats and shouting in high pitched voices, and this one (white) (scrawny) (face tattoed?) (heroin addict?) who said something to them, then they started calling him white, and he started saying something about how he had had more than they ever had had, his name had been on four apartments and 3 car leases, and he was eating a large submarine sandwich that looked like he had gotten it out of a supermarket dumpster, and then he passed out mumbling with the wrapper crumpled on the seat next to him.

Later, this (big) (black) guy from down on the other end of the car got up and yelled at the 3 (black) (juvenile) (delinquents?) and said something about them shutting the f*ck up and just letting people be in peace, since the one of them was still doing something where she shrieked in a really high tone of voice.

Later, a (thin) (black) (homeless?) guy got on at that end of the car, and at some point he started smoking pot.

Later, two (rail-thin) (late 20s) (black) women get on, and they're on the phone with their friend, and they lean out the door at a stop and hold it open till their friend gets on.

Later, someone walks between cars, the first of about 3 people to do that.

Later, towards the end of the ride when no-one is ever really usually getting on, two people come in and sit down near me, and the one who's really fat starts telling the person across from him something about his little son he has and the ins and outs of going to check in with his probation officer.

And, the fattish (woman) across from him buys some loose cigarettes from one of the guys walking between cars, and she gives a few to the fat guy who has a probation officer.

And, finally, it's my stop, and I get up and go to wait by the door and get out at my station, and a guy sitting in the seat right by the door languidly turns his head towards me, and he just coughs on me with his mouth open without really noticing that he had done that.

I got the fuck out of there so fast, and I used hand sanitizer all over my hand and wrists, and then I got home and got as hygienic as fast as I could, including a shower where I soap-washed my face and neck and hands and hands and arms and everything, in addition to washing my hair, even though it didn't really need it in terms of the hair itself.

Honestly, I just felt so gross, and the ride was just a total circus.

I've seen pieces of stuff like that here and there on the subway, but never all at once, and never on such a small train for the whole god-dang ride.

It was total end-of-the-world crazy energy, I hated it, and I hoped at the time that I would never see it again.

More coronavirus stuff (6 of 6): Another crack.

During all of the coronavirus stuff, I was chit-chatting with the one resthome resident who used to work in advertising about all of the precautions that were being undertaken, and I mentioned that religious services had been moved from the chapel to a larger room so that they could put more space in between the people who came, but even all of those services were being cancelled now.

"God is putting Himself out of business," he was like.

More coronavirus stuff (5 of 6): One crack.

During all of the coronavirus stuff, I was telling the one resthome resident who used to work in advertising that the Dow Jones had had a huge historic drop in one day.

"If my wife calls, I don't want to answer it," he was like.

More coronavirus stuff (4 of 6): Masks.

During all of the coronavirus stuff, masks started to be an issue.

One time I got two, and I decided to use one all day that day with one situation, and then the other one, I took it and secretly put it under the cushion of a largely ornamental chair in a third floor common area that no-one ever uses, since under the chair was clean and I could keep it there and get it at short notice whenever I needed it, in case I would ever need a mask later when masks began to run short.

More coronavirus stuff (3 of 6): Running joke a third time.

During all the coronavirus stuff, the one resthome resident who I joke with about being a party animal was telling me that staying in her room more was really starting to bother her, though she hadn't thought it would.

We talked about that some, and then when all the serious stuff was out of the way and you could turn things to levity, I was like, "See, I know you say that your only friend is the bottle, but you're actually a big softie, you need more people more than that."

"You got the right one!", she was like, rolling her eyes.