The Regrets

Don't you think this seed pod from the sweet gum tree is a copycatter of a certain virus we've come to know and hate?

Today I went to the pharmacy to pick up my blood pressure medication.  Let's face it, I need to keep the blood pressure steady.  No one has time for stroking out right now.

The pharmacy was darkened and there weren't many people in there.  I had gloves on and in my hand, I carried a clorox wipe.  My anxiety was a bit on the high side as I wondered if I should pick up a bag of chocolate.  Perusing the selection, I imagined coronavirus all over each bag, lurking.  I decided to leave the chocolate alone and head over to the pharmacist. I bitterly resented his wearing of a mask. I almost asked him if I could buy a mask from him, but he seemed distracted.

I'm home now, safe as far as we know.  The honest truth is I wish I had the chocolate.  I was right there. Instead of bravely grasping the bag of chocolate with the clorox wipe, I succumbed to my fears and now I'm living with regrets.