A generous diner left a $2,000 tip at Playa restaurant in Mill Valley on Saturday evening. Presumably, a lovely gesture made to offset the waitstaff’s reduced earnings during the coronavirus crisis. Bravo to the tipper. Hang in there, restaurant workers.
1. My friend Kate and I socially distance ourselves as we walk our dogs at Blackie’s Pasture. People frequently approach Kate to inquire about her adorable poodle mix. On Sunday, a woman invaded our social distance and asked to pet Kate’s dog. Kate said yes.
Rather than pet Daisy, the woman berated Kate, telling her she shouldn’t let anyone touch the pup, because the coronavirus could live on the dog’s fur and be passed on to people.
Was that a test? Hey, Preachy Lady, go self-isolate and let folks enjoy their Sunday afternoon walks, which is now one of our only pleasures.
2. As I shared last week, I was nearly out of toilet paper and couldn’t find any to purchase. On Saturday, I called the Strawberry Village Safeway to ask when they expected their next delivery. The man explained they stock overnight and there may be some at 5am on Sunday; however, people line up for it before the store opens.
I rushed to Safeway at 4:45am. Sure enough, people were waiting outside. When the doors opened, I bolted to the paper-products aisle. Empty shelves greeted me, but there were sealed boxes of TP on the floor, waiting to be stocked. Three women customers were ripping open boxes and dumping packages of toilet paper into their carts.
Realizing they were going to take every last roll, I opened a box and grabbed two packages, one for me and one for my cousin’s family. (They were down to Kleenex.) I practically ran to the cash register as more people entered the aisle asking for TP they weren’t going to get.
It’s a virus, Marinites. Covid-19 doesn’t eat toilet paper. Stop hoarding.