The nice woman who works at the 7-11 by the school recognizes me at this point. When I checked out with my usual triangle kimbap and juice, she darted out from behind the counter to grab and scan a grape soda which apparently came as a freebie. I usually don’t pay attention to the deals so I appreciate her caring.
After an extremely uneventful day at school, I stopped by the local pharmacy to pick up my mask since it’s my dedicated day. After procuring the masks, the pharmacist asked me where I was from and after I said America, he switched to English and asked me what state. It turns out he lived in, of all places, Jacksonville for seven years.
Floridians have a way of finding each other.