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A conversation at the car dealership today. The scene: Me and everyone else at the dealership and working there in masks. Except for one sales guy, who begins speaking:
Guy: Oh, everyone has masks. We had a customer come in, turns out they had the virus, so everyone here (1)
Guy: Oh, everyone has masks. We had a customer come in, turns out they had the virus, so everyone here (1)
Guy: (cont) had to get tested. We all came up negative of course. My view? I feel like, look, let me just get it and get it over with. Stop waiting around. Be sick for six weeks and then be done.
Me: Unless you die.
Guy: Odds of that are pretty slim. (2)
Me: Unless you die.
Guy: Odds of that are pretty slim. (2)
Me: Or kill me.
Guy: Well, we'll agree to disagree.
He walks off, into a dealership that is now surrounded by plexiglass, where a person washes every surface after you touch it, and where they've marked off distance for everyone. Except for him, I guess.
Guy: Well, we'll agree to disagree.
He walks off, into a dealership that is now surrounded by plexiglass, where a person washes every surface after you touch it, and where they've marked off distance for everyone. Except for him, I guess.
Oh, I forgot another great detail. He said, "I don't like to wear the mask because it gives me a sore throat."
