“Write About It On Your Blog” He Said.
Both of my sons like to make fun of me. I’m too cautious. I live in fear. Sometimes, I’m even “stupid.” They are at that great age when they still know EVERYTHING. Even in this unprecedented time of a global pandemic.
They are about to turn 21 and 23, the same age as so many who think it is okay to party together on the beach in Florida during spring break. As a boomer, I think they are stupid.
I have been strictly following the guidelines of the CDC as far as social distancing by not leaving the house for anything that is not essential such as food.
My son’s 21st birthday is April 3rd. He wants me to make a pecan pie with Kahlua and chocolate chips for his birthday. I realized yesterday that the only ingredient that is missing from my pantry is Kahlua. Since he is not yet 21, he can’t buy it at the liquor store.
“Mom”, he said, “you can go to the liquor store. Leave the house. C’mon, Mom you can write about it on your blog!” He was making fun of me.
As I am not in an especially high risk group of dying from the Coronavirus, I considered making the trip by taking appropriate hygienic precautions. Things are shitty enough right now; I don’t want to make his birthday suck any more than it likely will.
Alas, I decided the trip wasn’t absolutely essential because I could get the booze delivered. But then I wouldn’t get a story to write about going to the store during a pandemic.
I found an app for local delivery of liquor and ordered the Kahlua plus a bottle of wine to bring the order total to the $35 minimum order. I chose a delivery window of 12–1:00 PM (this was around 10 in the morning). The app had an alert that deliveries may be delayed due to high volume of orders. I was staying home anyway so it was fine. It also had instructions for accepting deliveries in light of the Coronavirus.
You were to hold up your ID at the door for the delivery person to scan while keeping an appropriate distance so they don’t have to touch it. They would forego a delivery signature. Politely avoid direct hand contact with the drivers and practice safe hand washing procedures. If you are sick, please do not place an order.
I put my driver’s license and credit card in my pocket to be ready to scan when they came to the door. 1:00 came and went. The app showed the status of my order as “packed” with no indication of being en route.
At 4:00 PM I got a phone call from the driver telling me he was on his way.
It was 4:30 when he rang my doorbell. “Where do you want this?” he said when I opened the door. I asked him to put it down on the floor just inside the door.
He carefully placed it on the floor, then turned and walked away as if he was running from a ticking time bomb. No scanning my ID or waiting for a tip.
This driver was the first outside human contact I’d had all week. It was a creepy reminder that the world has completely changed.
There will be Kahlua in my son’s favorite pie I will make for his 21st birthday. When he finished making fun of me for not leaving the house, he said that will be his first legal “drink”. The bars will all be closed.