Utah Wants a “Normal” That Doesn’t Exist Anymore
Maybe I’d feel better if I turned the social distance shuffle into a dance.
I’ve had plenty of practice lately. Once or twice a week, when my girlfriend and I need to do a grocery run, we strap on our masks in the car and walk with purpose into our local supermarket. “Split it up?”, I usually ask. She’ll go grab the produce. I’ll take care of the meat and cheese and milk. Speed is…