At the beginning of April, in need of a prescription refill, I took the subway to a drugstore in my Toronto neighbourhood where I hadn’t been since COVID-19 stuck us all inside. The store was busy and a security guard was stationed by the door. I paid for my prescription and reluctantly put it in my tote bag. This will be an issue, I thought. I gripped the receipt and headed to the exit, where the guard was standing. As I approached, he walked towards me, his hand raised like a stop sign. Thinking it was a social-distancing measure, I smiled.
