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‘Always in my face’

The man strode past the two signs and into the Last Stop Tavern. One sign, faded: “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service.” The other, newer: “Mask Up. Blame the Governor.”

“At last, a customer,” Carl, the tavern owner, thought from behind the bar.

Grimy lights left splotchy shadows across the Last Stop.

“Hmmm,” Carl mumbled. “Didn’t this dude see the sign?”

The owner swallowed a grimace.

“Howdy,” he said.

“Yo,” the man said. “Beer. Tap.”

Carl reached for a glass.

“Glad to see yah, sir. Did you miss the sign at the door?”

“No.”

“Then you know I gotta insist.”

“Really?”

“It’s mandated, man. Please?”

“Where’s my beer?” the man said. “You know, I got my rights. Rights to be comfortable. To my liberties.”

“Hey, I really want to serve you. Blasted virus has killed business. But I can’t risk it.”

“Damn government. Always gettin’ in my face.”

“I hear yah,” Carl said. “And thanks for wearing a face mask.”

“I always mask up.”

Carl let his eyes drop.

“Not down there,” he said. “No pants? No undies? No service.”


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