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 happened during the era before the pandemic gripped us in it's ever growing tentacles but to ha