{"id":4201,"date":"2020-04-25T11:38:30","date_gmt":"2020-04-25T15:38:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/walkingrichmond\/?p=4201"},"modified":"2020-05-09T15:48:26","modified_gmt":"2020-05-09T19:48:26","slug":"journal_my-trip-to-7-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/walkingrichmond\/2020\/04\/25\/journal_my-trip-to-7-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"My Trip to 7-Eleven: Journal | April 20"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Alejandro Rodriguez Munoz<\/em><\/p>\n

It was a perfect day for ice-cream. So Laura, my host mom, Caylee, her dog, and I walked to the 7-Eleven that is five minutes from our house.<\/p>\n

We arrived at the store, only to realize that neither of us was wearing a mask or gloves. But we didn\u2019t want to go back empty-handed. Ice-cream was worth the risk.<\/p>\n

I volunteered to go in.<\/p>\n

Laura had an idea. I could use the plastic bag she was carrying to clean up after Caylee. Good idea.<\/p>\n

I slipped the bag, which was blue, over my right hand and went into the store, careful to use the bagged hand to touch the door handle. I assumed that the bag was now infected. Just three people were inside, including the guy working behind the counter. Only one was wearing a mask, and it wasn’t the guy who works there. I went to grab the ice cream.<\/p>\n

When I opened the freezer, I realized that to pick up the ice cream I’d need to use my left hand, the one without the glove. I’m exposing my “clean” hand, I thought, but I had no choice. So I took the ice cream and decided not to touch anything else before we got home.<\/p>\n

When I got to the cashier, I put the ice cream on the counter. Then I remembered that my wallet was in my right pocket. How was I supposed to get my debit card out if both of my hands were already infected? I took off the contaminated glove with my contaminated left hand and grasped my wallet, not yet contaminated, with my naked right hand.<\/p>\n

God knows how I managed to get the debit card out of my wallet, while the cashier was staring at me, astonished, waiting for me to pay. I finally did and left the store, opening the door with my already contaminated left hand. I was carrying the bag with the ice cream in my right hand, which was again protected by Caylee’s poop bag. The cashier, I noted, touched both the ice cream and the bag.<\/p>\n

Exhausted, we went back home.<\/p>\n

At the front door, I took off my hoodie and dropped it on the floor. Then I put the ice cream in the kitchen and washed my hands. I went back for my hoodie and put it in the washing machine. Then I washed my hands a second time. It worked, I thought.<\/p>\n

Then I realized: When I paid at the store, I’d entered the secret pin of my debit card on the reader with my “clean” right hand, contaminating it. Later, I used that same contaminated hand to hold my phone on our way back home.<\/p>\n

It’s late as I write this, as a digital note in my phone. It may be contaminated, I don’t know.<\/p>\n

It’s been a long day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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