Oh, shit…
Tonight I made a jokey observation about how I can spot a fellow local. “You can spot them because they are the ones with fear in their eyes because they need to cross the hordes on Essex street to get to CVS to buy antacids and it might be sold out.” I also said locals need to go to CVS for antacids because they have not been able to move their cars to go grocery shopping on Highland ave. It ended with a little bit of a sappy love message for locals.
Look, I am so sorry. Somebody called me cringe and I automatically deleted my message. I made a mistake from the pressure of somebody who said I was “cringe”. I should have known.
My cat, the reason for my handle, died a few weeks ago so all I was trying to do was give encouragement. I’m sorry I caved in when somebody called me cringe.
I will never ever back down again from a little weird encouragement for Salemites.