I started using a face mask a lot earlier than most people I know. I bought masks for my Piano Man and the not-so-Little Princess sometime in late January, since we were going to travel to Washington state the following month. When I discussed the purchase with a friend
or, perhaps, a relative *cough*, the individual in question told me, “The paranoia is strong with this one.” And we both laughed.
Yesterday, during a video call with the same person, I heard their child say, “You can go for a walk, if you stay enough away from people. Stop being so paranoid.”The friend
or relative *cough, cough, cough* (goodness, I must get something for this cough)exploded. “Paranoid? Look at the numbers! People are dropping like flies. There’re dead people in ice cream trucks! I saw a video of a delivery guy spitting on a package. How do you know they haven’t spat on our door? You’re too…”I accidentally on purposeended the call while the person was still shouting about the state of things. And when we talked again, a little while ago, and the person went on and on and on… about their child’s lack of sense, I didn’t even remind them about those early days, when wearing a face mask was still a bit of a joke. See? I can be nice. Well, almost nice (since I’m totally sending them a link to this post).
viathe wee notes…- I haven’t seen any ice cream trucks being used as mobile morgues in New York or any other place.- for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #15: Poets and Storytellers Ink COVID-19 Quarantine Histories)- stay safe.