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
purpose ended 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).
the wee notes…
- I haven’t seen any ice cream trucks
being used as mobile morgues in New York or any other place.
- stay safe.
