I have always enjoyed supermarkets, for the wide range of ways they provide for avoiding social contact. Often, I have the energy to chat, and I choose meats and cheeses from the delicatessen counter and the more voluble checkout operators. Occasionally I'm in a hurry, or just plain grumpy, and I choose the pre-wrapped stuff and the self-serve tills.
Yesterday, under the new regime, I waited fourth in line to enter the shop. I enjoyed a peaceful time selecting from (a slightly decimated) range of produce, paid, nearly in silence, and emerged faster than was possible before this crisis hit.
I don't think it was grim satisfaction, just that the experience was far less unpleasant than I had expected.
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