Just got home from the Arizona Rattlers game at Suns Arena.  

Masks are recommended, but not mandatory.  The majority of the crowd was rawdogging all that oxygen in the arena.  

A few months ago I was driving home like a zombie from an overnight shift that turned into about 16 hours...  halfway there the low gas warning PINGS! telling me I'm super low, and my commute at the time was about 50 miles, so I had to stop.

I pull into a Circle K in the hood off I-10. The fucking card slot on the pumps are down, pump says you gotta go in and see the clerk.

I look all over in my truck and I can't find any fucking masks.

I roll in there maskless.  Get in line.  Fucking clerk won't sell me any gas cuz I ain't got no mask.

Walk back out to my truck and start looking through my work gear for a mask.  See my Avon gas mask.

Don and fucking clear.  Walk back in.

Fat ass senorita clerk gives me the stink eye but I got my gas.