Two for two now. I went out yesterday to pay some bills (car tags and such) and swung by Sam's Club to grab groceries while I was out. Roughly 26 hours later, I'm feeling a sore throat coming on. The last time I went to Sam's Club, I also started getting sick the very next day — and that one dragged out for over two weeks.
I don't know if it's the crowds, the air handling, the carts, or just rotten luck — but the pattern is too clean to ignore. Same store, same timeline, same outcome. Twice in a row isn't a coincidence; it's a data point.
And no matter how this one plays out, I'm done rolling the dice at Sam's. Mask goes on every single time I walk through those doors from here on out. I'd rather look paranoid in the checkout line than spend another two weeks flat on my back just because I wanted to save a few bucks on bulk paper towels. To protect my housemate Debbie, I'm actually wearing a mask as I type this — just to be safe.