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Reflections after a trip to the Charity Shop

This afternoon I ventured to a local charity shop to drop off a few items for them to sell.  Whilst there I bought a couple of items, currently having a wash before I wear them - which would have been my normal pre-Covid practice anyway.

On the way back, I began reflecting on why I have now decided to go to more and different shops, and also on the good and bad behaviours I observe along the way.

At the start of Lockdown, I changed from online grocery shopping, plus top-ups locally, to going to the supermarket for my main shop.  Several times I have been to the Post Office.  And, since it reopened, I've been to Greggs a couple of times.  And that's pretty much it.

It's not fear that has stopped me going to other shops but my own peculiar blend of rule-following, risk-aversion and other odd personality traits.

So here's the thing - I haven't missed going into shops at all.  I haven't needed to buy many things, and those I have needed - or wanted - I've been able to buy online and have them delivered to my door.  Going to shops became an irrelevance.

The same is true of going to cafes, and even, at the present time, riding on trains or buses... anything I needed to do I could do without using any of these.

And, if I am honest, apart from a bit of a hiccup at Day 100, I've quite liked it and got used to it... I could all too easily become something of a recluse.  And that's not healthy.

As I posted the other day, I finally decided it was time to get a hair cut because my hair is just so annoying... the reality is, I'd happily never darken the door or a hairdresser again, and I debated long and hard whether to do it or just to ride out the annoyance a while yet.  Having booked, though, I was really struck that the last time I spent any amount of time with another human being that involved direct physical contact was the last time I had my hair cut, in March.  A nurse sticking a cannula in my arm, which has happened twice during Lockdown, isn't exactly contact.  I'm not a huggy person, but handshakes, the occasion shoulder pat or even the passing of bread and wine during Communion, have all been very much part of my life... and I realised that I am actually quite looking forward to letting someone wash my hair (not usually my favourite pastime!) and actually giving me their (hopefully) undivided attention for half and hour or so. 

I just checked my diary - that will be 24 weeks since I experienced non-medical physical human contact, and that was also a hair cut... And that gives me pause for thought, not so much for the contact I haven't had, but for the hundreds and thousands of frail elderly folk stuck in their homes for whom this is always the case.  Lessons from Lockdown aren't necessarily what we thought they might be.

The trip to the charity shop also illustrated how different people are responding to the situation.  The shop was spotlessly clean, and the staff attentive and friendly.  On the way in, stood a huge hand sanitising station and a big sign.  As I cleaned my hands, a staff member called out cheerily 'thank you for sanitising.'  I explained I had a donation to drop off and she thanked me again, directing me to the drop off point.  She even thanked me when I walked to the till to pay for my items.  Then someone walked in, straight past the hand sanitising station and I saw what shop staff must see every day.  A person who had come to drop off a donation, but who, when asked to hand sanitise, refused, threw down the bag, with 'take it or leave it' and stormed out of the shop.  Customers watched aghast, whilst the staff member shrugged, smiled and got on with processing my items.  She couldn't handle the bag, she explained, because it had to be treated as potentially contaminated and she wasn't wearing the right PPE.  A colleague had to come out to collect it and take it to the quarantine area.

To be fair, the person who stormed out may have been having a really bad day, this may have been a last straw effect, but from the chat with the staff member, it seems this kind of behaviour is all too common.  She then added, to myself and another customer who had commented, 'but the lovely customers make up for it.'  Definitely a 'glass half full' person.

It illustrated how this extended period of strangeness can bring out the best and worst in people - it certainly has in me.  And it also reminded me that my practice of chatting to shop staff is actually quite important... It still surprises many Glaswegian shop staff when, in North West of England style, I say 'bye' on the way out!

A bit of a ramble, and may or may not make any sense to anyone but me.  If there is a point, it is that I recognise that I need to 'get out more' not because I need to get out, but because I need to interact with actual living people, not just with boxes on a screen, which my shy, introvert self would quite happily do, even to the point of my own detriment!

 

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