The situation at Mendocino Farms is straightforward. The front door is closed. The side door has been turned into a pickup window. The line forms to the left of the pickup window. I know this because there are six signs, with arrows, instructing patrons to form a line to the left of the pickup window. There are also ten social distancing markers on the ground, spread out six feet apart, that create a visual guide for how a line should look. Plus, there’s an ACTUAL LINE, with seven people in it, including me.
But for some reason there’s a man standing to the right of the pickup window.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to wait in line,” the cashier says.
Line Cutter says something I can’t quite hear. Maybe it’s the distance, or the mask, or maybe Line Cutter is a mumbler. Doesn’t matter. The cashier repeats himself. Line Cutter pleads his case, but once again the cashier insists that Line Cutter start at the back of the line. Exasperated, Line Cutter throws up his arms and takes his place at t…
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