“You are the most selfish f—ing people on the planet.”
I jerked my head to the left, where I saw a neighbor glaring at us from his driveway while unloading groceries from his trunk.
“Where’s your f—ing mask?” he said. “Unbelievable.”
My jaw dropped. I had just walked three blocks home with my toddler and my dad in our leafy, mostly empty Los Angeles neighborhood because my kid had thrown a tantrum in the car.
And we had forgotten our masks. Four days earlier, Mayor Eric Garcetti had ordered protective face coverings anytime we left home, not just when we entered essential businesses.
I pointed out my house to the neighbor to explain how close we were, just a few doors down from him. He cut me off.
“I don’t give a f– where you live, and I don’t give a f– what your reason is.”
Then my dad jumped