There's a drunk breaker peeing in my yard . . .

Dear you,


“Dow Plunges 2,300 Points: Stocks In Meltdown As Panic Selling Continues”



The above headline was from several days ago.  Now, on March 19, the virus spread escalates and too many Americans are still feeling immortal.  This, in spite of the science and noted market plunges. The spring breakers (as featured in photo compliments of Global News, I believe) are here and many are careless and wearers of bad fashion. The biggest number in my condo complex came from Tennessee, apparently a hot spot for the growing spread.  And they are still here, even after Walton County closed “public” beaches for the present.  The problem:


Here on 30A, the majority of the beach strip is owned by people who are literally on the coast/dunes.  That includes massive multi-story units where very few residents live.  That also includes the new three-story boxes that “sleep 50!”.  This means the vacay-renters are welcome on the beaches that are deemed theirs (private) while those of us who own directly across the street are banned.  According to law, the county can only shut down public spaces, not private.  So, this shutdown does nothing to limit the deluge of visitors who should be doing this:


#StayHome


I have been less than welcoming at Publix and god bless them for staying open and keeping the store stocked as best they can.  Earlier this week, I directly addressed a spring breaker and said “You guys really should not be here now.  This is a national emergency and you are stressing the system and potentially infecting others.  Come back later.  We just need a little time to slow this thing down.”  

His response:

“You’re mean.”


Yes, I am mean.  And I am experiencing something beyond normal spring break mean-mode because this year, the angst is beyond normal.  It is intellectual.  I cannot understand why these visitors (be they young or old) are invading now.  Something is off.  Something is missing in their connection to others in the community.  Are we merely a backdrop for their Instagram stories?


So here I am, a character in someone else’s story.  But I am intensely focused on defending the Floridians at risk. I am acting to shut the visitor shit down, especially when the visitors include a random drunk dude who invades our condo area and urinates on the flowering shrubs.


Classy.

Stay classy urinating dude!  That is the name of your character in your Instagram story.


Please, Governor DeSantis, shut down all beaches, including the private ones.  Only you have the power to do that.  And look into making drunk public peeing a felony.


Cheers and good luck out there!

Love, Joyce