EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF?
With a bottle of disinfectant in my shaking hands, my mind whirring with the consequences of touching the handle of the freezer of a popular and always crowded supermarket, I let out a tremulous sigh. What option did I have? The frozen foods my children are so fond of were calling out to me, beseeching me to pluck them out of that enormous freezer and take them home. I braced myself, sucked in a deep breath and opened the door. And as the chilly air hit my face I felt no—saw an arm reach out from behind me, reach over my shoulder and grasp two of the packets of the frozen food items, pulling them out. I froze. What just happened? What happened to maintaining social distancing, leave alone the fact that this person, had compromised and invaded my personal space and dehumanized me as if I was the freezer in front of us. It would have been bad if this had happe...