That time an old lady scolded me at the store

Patience seems to be wearing thin here in Berlin.

It’s Saturday morning. The farmer's market is in full swing outside of our apartment––a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it’s truly a phenomenal thing to have right outside of our door but a curse because it draws more people than we’d like during a pandemic. So we don’t patronize the market as much as we’d like and cut through to the corner gro…