Sunday, September 11, 2022: I opted to skip the gym and instead walk to the local schoolyard to play some solo paddleball. The weather was agreeable, the park was empty at 6:45 AM, and I needed a change of pace.
On my way back home, I stopped at a nearby Italian bakery to get myself a fresh whole wheat roll.
When I entered, there was one guy ahead of me on the line. He was maybe 40, stocky with a full beard and a shaved head. If I had to guess, I would assume NYPD.
He looked me over and it began to feel like he was staring me down. Then I remembered what I was wearing.
This shirt:
And this hat:
The dude finally spoke: “I don’t mean to stare but I’m guessing you didn’t the get the —” He pantomimed an injection going into his arm. I silently nodded my head.
“I was forced to get it or I’d lose my job,” he continued. “I’m still pissed and I knew this was all bullshit right from the start.”
At that point, his order was ready. The young woman, maybe 19 or 20, behind the counter was giving him his coffee and smiling. She spoke to me: “I love your shirt.”
The stocky guy now addressed both of us as he exited. “Not to mention, today’s another bullshit false flag day.” The young woman nodded again.
I paid for my roll, wished the young women well, and smiled all the way home.
Its a good thing that bakery is in your neighborhood. Not by Oberlin College!
Where do I get a Make 1984 Fiction Again shirt?