Mass-murderer, I see them thinking...

In the rear view mirror of the car, a few watery blue eyes look at me.
The inner corners are red.
My nose edges have obviously come into contact with moisture and handkerchiefs.
I sigh, pull my double scarf half over my face and get out of the car.
Into the war zone.
Armed with a pocket size disinfectant hand gel in the pocket of my jacket, nothing can happen to me, right?

I untie a shopping cart and sit in the queue in the parking lot.
Seven people for me.
It's not easy.
Because in the local Aldi, new rules apply: 15 people maximum.

At the entrance there is a bulky bodyguard that controls the automatic sliding door manually.
He takes it very literally, the 15.
He waits for all 15 to be outside and then lets 15 back in.
When asked by someone why he does not let anyone in before, the reaction comes that otherwise it is difficult to keep up with.
I don't understand what's so hard about that, but come...
He was clearly at the front when the muscles were handed out and found the line with the brain a little too long.

To reinforce his position, he leaves another customer outside with the special key at the door, closes again, puts his feet hip width apart and puts his thumbs into the loops of his belt. Elbows outside.

And then I feel it...
Desperately, I try to ignore it.
The tickle is raising its head.
I can't pinch my nose.
I got the handle on the cart.
I can see all these virus things crawling all over my hands.
Small balls with tentacles and suction cups.
They laugh at me.
But it is impossible to circumvent.
The inside of my elbow is not a good choice, I know that.
This is not gonna be a dry sneeze.
I gris my clean, steamed handkerchief out of my jacket pocket, pull the scarves down and fire a niessaldo in the handkerchief.
A series of three, with a firm snotter behind it.
The tickle is also in my ears and my pharynx. (Or was it there just now?)
The fit of coughing is also impossible to suppress.