I hate pedestrian crosswalks.
Not the ones you can cross by your own free will, but those that require you to press a button.
When I look at it, I see the man who didn’t wash his hands, the child who just wiped their nose, or the woman who picked up after her dog.
I see a germ here,
And then exponentially increased because we all know there’s an epidemic of gross going on down there.
So I adapt.
I cover my hand with my shirtsleeve. Sometimes I use my purse. I’ve even used my hip to press that damn button.
If I’m at party, and there are communal snacks, I’m ok with it.
Hands diving into a bag of chips? No big.
Only want half of that cookie? That’s cool, break it in half and we’ll share.
Grab a handful of granola? Just make sure you have it with some coconut yogurt too.
Just don’t ask me to hit the crosswalk button on our walk home.