Love In The Time of Cholera

Tony Ollivier
4 min readApr 14, 2020

Yesterday, we foraged for flour, eggs and sliced ham at a Vancouver Costco. Civil lineups, lots of hand sanitizer and diligent, sign-wielding employees reminding people to social distance. I flashed my Costco card and the door employee waved us in. No temperature check or mask required. Hand sanitizer at the many stations but still optional.

Vancouver’s Covid-19 rate has been flattening so the probability that an active carrier is in the store would be low.

But not zero, and that was the issue.

After we left the store with our Costco grocery buy high score, I felt icky. Wishing-for-a-decontamination-station icky. Now, four weeks after the start of the lock-down, I feel icky any time I leave my house for air, exercise or more food.

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Safety guidance is also somewhat conflicted. Wear a mask all the time, or maybe only when you have symptoms. Wash your vegetables in soap and water. No... wait... wash with water only. Wipe all your purchases down and throw the bread in a plastic bin. No... wait... no evidence of the virus passing via canned goods. But washing your hands is always a good idea, even before the plague hit.

The world however is strangely united. The only other thing event that could have done the same would be an Independence Day style alien invasion. An invasion has happened, but…

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Tony Ollivier
Tony Ollivier

Written by Tony Ollivier

Technologist and dad. Find my high-tech thrillers that feature a ballet dancer on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/stores/Tony-Ollivier/author/B083D6XDVR

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