The street cred of the day, nothing else to do anyway. Music shows, sporting events, restaurants, daily activities--not alot going on. The boredom is intense, months and months of lockdown, a place to go, a movement to join, a huge vent, people. Shame as a weapon, guilt as a tool, the sit down and shut up treatment. No taste for it, like salty in a bad way, like bitter with a shot of burnt char, like yucky medicine.
Payroll day will tell the story. Fewer paychecks, fewer direct deposits, fewer bonuses. The boss keeps it, actually makes money on the interest, the cash doesn't disappear. Poor get poorer, rich get richer, true since money was invented. The after math doesn't look good.
King size mattresses, cheesecakes, headphones, shoes upon shoes, iPhones, bicycles, stuffed animals, watches, prescriptions, a Tesla. OK, now what? The stores will most likely not be restocked. Can only speculate, of course. I don't know.