It's The End Of The World As We Know It, And I Feel Cheated

For as long as I can remember, I've always known that the end of the world would occur in my lifetime. 

Over the years I've often wondered what form the end would take and what role I would play in it.

Would I go out battling a relentless horde of undead zombies?

Would I stare in horror as mushroom clouds erupted on the horizon?

Or would I gaze up helplessly at the sky as a meteor bore down on Earth?

Looks like it's none of those. Instead I'm apparently destined to spend my last days trying to convince some internet asshole to wear a goddamned face mask when he goes out shopping.