Going back to the vet experience for a minute. Customers have to wait outside. I gave my name at the open window where a receptionist sits at a desk. She had the tablets ready. I got my debit card out to pay, she puts the machine on the window ledge in front of me, expecting me to waft the card over it. I said I have to punch in the numbers. She puts a small plastic bag over the whole machine so I can continue with the transaction. I wonder how many times she uses that same bag, how many other people have touched it. Luckily I remembered to take my small hand sanitiser with me. They don't take cash.
I called in at the petrol station for some fuel on the way home. Using my gardening gloves which I now keep in the car, and stopping the filling just after the £20 mark. I sauntered over to the entrance taking the exact amount of cash out of my purse, opening the door with a shove from my whole body, and covering my hand with my sleeve to open it to get out.
It's difficult to do supermarket shopping with gloves on, I tried with soft cotton gloves, can't get a grip on the boxes and jars, so now I don't bother. They have cleaning stations if you want to clean your trolley I don't use them. Other people have touched those bottles of spray, and look at all the waste paper it creates. I push my trolley the wrong way round, back to front, not touching the handle. Or use the sides of the trolley to move it along. I don't know if this makes any difference, but it makes me feel better.
Shopping has never been so boring. No smiles, no chatting, moving around like chess pieces on a board. No discussing favourite products, just grab your items drop them in a trolley and get out as quick as you can. Hardly a word spoken.
Anyway, that's me done. A nice day I think, my friend might come a walk with me today. I will put the flags out if she does. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip. ilona