Does anybody else feel like every time you buy something on Facebook Marketplace (which has essentially replaced craigslist at this point, RIP craig) the sellers stand around their object, hoping nervously that you don’t realize that it’s actually a piece of shit? I’m not trying to toot my own “I’m such a good person” horn over here, but when I sell stuff I clean it, fix it up and explain it thoroughly and honestly. The amount of times I’ve shown up to some persons garage to find out what I’m buying is dirty with all their cat’s hair is too damn high. And by the time I’ve messaged the person for 2 days straight and drove 15 miles out of my way to pick the stupid thing up, I’m not going to throw a hissy fit about how it’s common courtesy to clean things before you sell them. I just grumble to myself and buy the thing and clean it myself. We need rating systems for FB marketplace. Zuckerberg, hurry up and add that shit.
Next two gripes are Covid related. I know we all are just dying to hear more about Covid, so lets start off by complaining about restaurants. What the fuck is going on with restaurants? They are never open, they all have 2 hours long waits perpetually and all the perks of quality service have been removed in the name (or excuse, rather) of Covid. Is it really because they can’t find people? Because I see new restaurants opening locally and hear about them opening online. Are they just opening with no people to actually operate the restaurant? The industry seems to have a lot of demand, but the product is getting worse and worse. This, coupled with the inevitable price hike due to inflation and higher wage demands, has made me officially no longer enjoy going to restaurants. I’m tired of it. It’s expensive and not fun or convenient. Also, it’s not a hobby! It seems when you get above the age of 27, all anybody wants to do is go out to restaurants, especially girls and urban guys making way too much money but paying 4000$/month in rent. Bring back house parties, bring back game night. Bring back barbeques, bring back fondue. I’m going on a strict 2 restaurant meals per month max quota for the rest of my life. Even on vacation, I’ll eat fucking McDonalds.
Next, my poor pregnant sister-in-law just got out of the hospital from Covid Delta. Her husband couldn’t see her for like a month. She couldn’t see her 2 year-old for a month. My other sister-in-law’s boyfriend just got in a car wreck. He had vertebrae-fusing back surgery and he’s only allowed to see one person PER WEEK while he recovers in the hospital. This guy’s injury isn’t even Covid-related, not to mention nobody could see him when his injury status was unknown (ie: he could have been paralyzed or worse). Why is this acceptable? There’s people dying alone, unable to see their family in the name of Covid prevention.
A. Covid isn’t that bad. I understand the dangers of Covid. It’s pretty bad on a society-wide basis. But creating situations like this are beyond fucked up. Do you think there’s a person alive that thinks “Oh yeah, it’d be great to see my pregnant wife who’s in an induced coma, pregnant with my unborn child, but I can’t risk getting or spreading Covid!” Fuck that.
B. Half the time these injuries aren’t even Covid related. Much like the restaurant bullshit, Covid has become the ultimate excuse for whatever unjust, trivial rule that any staff of any business wants to make up to make their job slightly easier.
C. We have the technology. Give the visitors N-95 masks. Reuse the masks by sanitizing them. Control who goes in and out, limit visitors to one at a time. The hospital staff all wears N-95 masks and assumes it protects them, why can’t the same rules apply to a dying person’s spouse? This is honestly just one of a hundred solutions to this problem.
If this shit happens to me, if Taylor gets Covid Zeta-Epsilon variant in 2022 and is pregnant with my child, I will fucking fight every nurse who tries to stop me from going in the room. I’ll go full-on Liam Neeson on their ass.