Wife and I went to Outback Steakhouse yesterday for our afternoon meal. In ancient (pre-beer virus) times, it was a favorite of ours. The parking lot was maybe half full. I ignored the mask mandate, and we checked in.
“Thirty-five to forty minutes. You’ll need to wait outside.”
I’m used to waiting for a table, and I don’t like people, so waiting outside and away from most of them wasn’t a problem. It was a nice day, too. I wanted to sit at one of the outdoor tables on the patio near the entrance. They weren’t in use, for whatever reason, and the weather was pleasant. Wife wanted to go back to the car, so that’s where we went.
I watched the sheep come and go while we waited. How quickly and easily society buckled under and gave up so many of our few remaining freedoms. It made me sad. And a little bit angry.
I’m an old man. I can’t really fight any more. Not over anything not life-threatening, at least. I’ve largely been a hermit for most of my life. I think I’m done. Except for my job, and that only as much longer as absolutely necessary, I don’t think I’ll be venturing out in public for anything that I don’t absolutely require. As good as Outback’s cheese fries are, they simply aren’t worth it.
I have plenty of guns and ammo. Stay off my lawn. In return, I’ll stay out of your pathetic and corrupt society.